A gaunt elf with long white hair plays a lute in a candlelit ruined stone chamber, with a spectral raven perched behind him. Dark academic robes and a breastplate adorn the elf, surrounded by scattered papers and books. The scene is dark and atmospheric.

Computer generated fantasy art of a gaunt elf sits alone in the candlelit corner of a ruined stone chamber, the air heavy with dust and memory. His skin is bone-pale, his long white hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck, strands escaping to frame his sharp, tired features. Dark academic robes and a rune-etched breastplate hang loose around his wiry frame, the glint of etched rings and arcane trinkets catching the flickering light. In his hands rests a lute, shaped of dark, weathered wood, its curves delicate and old-world. His fingers, long and steady, pluck the strings with precision, coaxing a low, mournful tune from the instrument—like the echo of a prayer for the dead. His rectangular reading glasses rest low on his nose, eyes half-closed in silent meditation. Behind him, a ghostly raven-shaped silhouette (his familiar, Aknu) perches on a crumbled ledge, its eyes glowing faintly violet. Scattered notes, grimoires, and bone fragments litter the ground, and one candle burns lower than the rest. Shadows flicker along the wall—not just his, but several, cast in impossible angles. The mood is solemn and still. See more