In a grand, crumbling hall of a long-abandoned castle, a skeletal lich is seated at a gilded, ancient harp. As it plays, ethereal, hauntingly beautiful music fills the air, resonating through the empty corridors. The lich's bony fingers move gracefully over the strings, creating a stark contrast between its decayed appearance and the exquisite, soulful melodies emanating from the harp.
, the scene is captured in dimly lit dark fantasy but vibrant colors, with bold ink lines defining form against the watercolor wash of the aged paper