Ethereal morn's veil lifts, shrouding mystic woods. A regal stag, its coat shimmering like moonlit mist, stands sentinel amidst ancient trunks. The first solar rays, a fiery whisper, illuminate antlers, casting an aurous glow on the forest floor. Shadows dance, a tapestry of dark and light, as if the very fabric of reality is woven with magic, in the style of Frank Frazetta

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