"Ethereal skeletons in midnight attire, adorned with star-studded scarves and crimson gemstones, shroud foreboding castle walls amidst a dark, rich aurora borealis, as a mournful crescent moon casts an eroded glow in shades of shadowy lavender and crimson velvet, the skeletal figures seem to embody a haunting vigilance, their grasp on worn, fossilized branches an uneasy fusion of macabre elegance and seesawing disdain, every delicate, glowing bone and tomb-dried ribbon meticulously exuding a knowledge that's bitter, maximalist, spellbinding, but tame, mastered mediocrity."