an enigmatic spellcaster shrouded in obsidian drapery makes a solitary stand in a ghostly woodland. Against the moonlit sky, the silhouette of a distant citadel materializes from the fog, adding layers of mystery to the setting. At the spellcaster's feet lie a pair of carved gourds, while another is held aloft in his grasp. His cloak appears to dance in the nocturnal breeze, and from beneath its hood, a pair of luminescent orbs radiate. His thumb is elevated in a gesture that feels both affirming and cryptic, complemented by a faint, knowing grin. The hood's shadow veils most of his visage, terminating in a pointed tip, adding to his enigmatic aura.