A lone hooded wizard stands at the

A lone hooded wizard stands at the edge of a vast rolling meadow beneath a cold blue sky, holding a small glowing orb at chest height. In the distance, the hills rise into the shape of an enormous sleeping stone face half-buried in the earth, its closed eyes spanning entire valleys, cracked lips forming cliff walls, its nose eroded into a mountain ridge. Thin skeletal fingers emerge from the terrain like fossilized spires. The wizard appears impossibly small, robe fluttering gently in the wind. Harsh natural sunlight casts long shadows across the grass, revealing subtle bone textures embedded in the landscape. Hyper-realistic cinematic photography, dreamlike stillness, uncanny primordial scale, dark fantasy dreamcore, analog film grain, desaturated greens and bone whites, wide-angle composition, existential awe --ar 2:3