rayonist style "in the dimly lit recesses of the forsaken tavern, a 42 year old figure with sunken eyes and matted black hair slumps over a wooden table, surrounded by guttering candles, dog eared tomes, and ancient leather bound books that reek of mildew and stale beer. the air is heavy with the stench of rotting food and unwashed bodies, and the only sound is the creaking of ancient wooden beams and the distant rumble of thunder outside. a tattered, leather bound book lies open before them, its pages fluttering in the faint draft from the cracked window, revealing crude drawings of dark rituals and twisted symbols. the figure's hand rests upon a tarnished silver pendant, its chain worn thin from years of neglect, as they gaze up at the decrepit, twisted temple that seems to loom over the tavern like a spectral presence. the walls of the temple appear to crack and bleed with an otherworldly ichor, its carvings seeming to writhe like living serpents, their eyes glowing with a malevolent intelligence. outside, the stormy night air is filled with the cacophony of distant traffic, sirens, and angry shouts, drowning out any hint of peaceful contemplation. in this moment, the figure seems consumed by bitter thoughts, brooding over some ancient wrong or festering grudge, as if the very darkness that surrounds them has taken on a life of its own." . abstract, dynamic lines, fragmented, highly detailed