Amidst the ancient, towering trees of the Shadowwood Forest, a lone figure emerg

Amidst the ancient, towering trees of the Shadowwood Forest, a lone figure emerges from the mist, his short, curly brown hair tousled by the breeze. Clad in a rugged traveler's outfit of weathered leather and faded wool, adorned with patches and subtle embroidery of forgotten runes, he stands at the forest's edge, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. His cloak, a deep shade of forest green, billows gently behind him, revealing the faint glint of a hidden dagger strapped to his belt. The hilt of a sword peeks over his shoulder, its blade etched with runes of protection against the forest's dark magic. Around him, the air hums with the secrets of ages past, and the trees seem to whisper ancient incantations. He is no stranger to the perils of the Shadowwood—its twisting paths, elusive spirits, and lurking creatures that blend seamlessly with the shadows. Yet, he presses on with a determination fueled by a quest for lost knowledge or a mission sworn to an ancient oath. As he pauses to survey the forest's depths, shafts of pale moonlight filter through the canopy, casting an ethereal glow on the moss-covered ground. With each step deeper into the unknown, he inches closer to uncovering the forest's mysteries—be they the key to saving a kingdom or unlocking his own destiny in this realm of dark medieval fantasy."

(worst quality, low quality:1.4), bad hands, bad fingers, deformed hands, deformed fingers, fewer digits