As twilight descends upon the ancient forest of Eldergrove, a young boy navigate

As twilight descends upon the ancient forest of Eldergrove, a young boy navigates the winding paths between towering oak trees and gnarled roots. His short, curly brown hair catches glimpses of fading sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above, casting dappled patterns on his weathered brown tunic and trousers. The boy, a shepherd's son accustomed to the rhythm of life among the fields and pastures, now finds himself amidst the haunting quiet of the forest. His worn leather boots crunch softly on fallen leaves and moss-covered stones as he moves deeper into the realm where legends and whispers intertwine. A wooden staff, carved with runes of protection and crowned with a polished amber stone, is clutched firmly in his hand—a gift from an old crone who spoke of ancient prophecies and the balance between light and shadow. Its weight serves as a reminder of the responsibility thrust upon him, though he may not yet understand its true significance. Around him, the forest hums with unseen life and the faint echoes of distant howls, reminding him that Eldergrove is not merely a sanctuary for wildlife but a realm where spirits wander and mysteries thrive. Shadows lengthen as he ventures towards a clearing illuminated by the pale glow of moonlight, drawn by a faint whisper on the wind that promises answers to questions he has yet to voice. In this world of dark medieval fantasy, where every step may lead to discovery or peril, the boy's journey into the heart of Eldergrove unfolds—a tale of innocence tested, alliances forged, and the awakening of powers that defy the boundaries between myth and reality

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