Imagine a medieval dark fantasy scene where a plague doctor stands alone amidst

Imagine a medieval dark fantasy scene where a plague doctor stands alone amidst the haunting silence of an empty cathedral. Clad in a long, black robe that sweeps the stone floor, the doctor's attire is adorned with ominous bird-like mask, its beak elongated and filled with fragrant herbs to ward off the stench of sickness and death. The mask's glass lenses gleam faintly with an eerie, reflective light, casting unsettling shadows across the vaulted ceilings and towering stained glass windows depicting scenes of divine judgment and salvation. Around the doctor, the cathedral's grandeur is juxtaposed with an air of desolation—pews draped with dusty cobwebs, candles burned down to their last embers, and an altar adorned with wilted flowers and faded tapestries. Sunlight filters through the ornate windows, casting ethereal beams that dance upon the doctor's gloved hands, where vials of potent elixirs and curative tinctures hang from a leather belt. The air is thick with the scent of incense and decay, mingling with the doctor's soft footsteps as they move with purposeful strides across the cold, stone floor. Their presence evokes a sense of solemn duty and quiet resolve amidst the lingering shadows of sickness and despair. Capture the somber yet enigmatic essence of this plague doctor in the medieval dark fantasy world, where the boundaries between healing and mortality blur in the face of an insidious plague.

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