A crumbling stone bridge that spans a deep, shadowed chasm, its surface slick with moss and its edges draped in thick vines that hang like heavy curtains; the structure is narrow, forcing a single file crossing, and as the last rays of daylight bleed into the west, a lone figure makes their way across, each step careful and deliberate, the echo of their boots on stone the only sound in the vast silence. <lora:John_Howe_ZIT_v1:0.7> John_Howe style illustration.