Post by lashman - Takahē

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Another #PixelArt daily done! :) A thousand windows to the past.

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Pixel art of a crumbled fortress, where ancient stones whisper secrets through their fissured faces, and the air hums with the echoes of faded grandeur. A cylindrical tower rises like a sentinel, crowned by a green dome that glows faintly, as if holding the last breath of its forgotten reign. Stairs ascend into the void, flanked by smaller towers that stagger, their spires leaning like skeletal fingers. The grounds are strewn with debris - broken blocks, tangled roots, and scattered rocks, each fragment a piece of a vanished empire. Vines crawl over the walls, draping the ruin in emerald tapestries, while ivy-carved windows peer out like hollow eyes. Above, the sky stretches in deep hues, clouds swirling like ink on water, framing the scene with a celestial drama. Every stone bears the scars of time, yet still, the intricate stonework shimmers faintly, as if the castle itself were a fleeting vision, a silhouette against the tide of entropy. The image has a CRT filter applied.

Pixel art of a crumbled fortress, where ancient stones whisper secrets through their fissured faces, and the air hums with the echoes of faded grandeur. A cylindrical tower rises like a sentinel, crowned by a green dome that glows faintly, as if holding the last breath of its forgotten reign. Stairs ascend into the void, flanked by smaller towers that stagger, their spires leaning like skeletal fingers. The grounds are strewn with debris - broken blocks, tangled roots, and scattered rocks, each fragment a piece of a vanished empire. Vines crawl over the walls, draping the ruin in emerald tapestries, while ivy-carved windows peer out like hollow eyes. Above, the sky stretches in deep hues, clouds swirling like ink on water, framing the scene with a celestial drama. Every stone bears the scars of time, yet still, the intricate stonework shimmers faintly, as if the castle itself were a fleeting vision, a silhouette against the tide of entropy.

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