Placeholder: a traumatised soldier finds relief as he takes the hand of Grim Reaper, no face, dark art, horror of war || in the style of Zdzisław Beksiński, red and black, depicting the spiritual and mental trauma and agony of a war veteran, and his final relief from this anguish a traumatised soldier finds relief as he takes the hand of Grim Reaper, no face, dark art, horror of war || in the style of Zdzisław Beksiński, red and black, depicting the spiritual and mental trauma and agony of a war veteran, and his final relief from this anguish

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a traumatised soldier finds relief as he takes the hand of Grim Reaper, no face, dark art, horror of war || in the style of Zdzisław Beksiński, red and black, depicting the spiritual and mental trauma and agony of a war veteran, and his final relief from this anguish

colour not blue, ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, draft

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