A lantern of tarnished brass, its glass panels etched with arcane sigils that flicker with faint blue light. The handle is wrapped in leather, worn smooth from centuries of gripping hands. Inside, instead of a flame, a swirling mist churns, shifting between shapes—sometimes faces, sometimes landscapes, sometimes unrecognizable figures. The mist never dissipates, and when the lantern is shaken, it seems to momentarily reveal glimpses of forgotten places. , aidmamjv7, aidmaHyperrealism, aidmaimageupgrader