Hidden from the prying eyes of the world, lies a dark, ancient library

hidden from the prying eyes of the world, lies a dark, ancient library. The room is small and confined, with low, vaulted ceilings and walls lined with towering bookshelves, their dark wood aged and cracked. Dust and cobwebs cling to every surface, untouched for centuries. A single, flickering candle casts a feeble light, barely piercing the thick darkness that envelops the space. Shadows dance and writhe on the stone walls, making the room feel alive with an eerie, malevolent presence. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment, leather, and the faint musk of decay, mingling to create an oppressive atmosphere. In the center of the room, a heavy wooden table is cluttered with ancient tomes and scrolls, their pages filled with cryptic symbols and forgotten knowledge. The table's surface is scarred from years of use, bearing the marks of countless scholars and magicians who once sought secrets within these walls. The silence is palpable, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper or the distant drip of water seeping through the castle’s stones. The narrow windows, barred and covered in grime, allow only the faintest glimmer of moonlight to seep in, adding to the room's ghostly ambiance. The library feels like a sanctuary of dark knowledge, a place where the forgotten and forbidden linger. Each book and scroll holds the promise of ancient power and untold secrets, waiting for a brave soul to uncover them. But the shadows seem to watch, and the darkness feels almost sentient, as if guarding the secrets from those who might seek to unravel them.

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