Midnight Majesty
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a king emerges, his crown a silhouette against the faint glow.
His beard, a river of night, flows down his chest, a symbol of wisdom and age.
The cloak, a dark, textured mantle, wraps around him, a shield against the shadows.
His eyes, piercing and wise, hold the weight of centuries.
The cave, a backdrop of ancient stone, echoes with the whispers of the past.
He stands, a guardian of secrets, a keeper of the mysteries that lie within the heart of the earth.
His presence is a reminder that true power lies not in the light, but in the darkness, where the unseen forces shape the world.