Orpheus stands in the eerie backlight of the underworld's fiery realm, surrounded by twisted tree roots and gnarled branches, the atmosphere thick with an otherworldly mist, as he reaches out a desperate hand towards Eurydice, her ethereal form glowing softly in the distance, her face a mix of sorrow ...
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