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ArtistA cinematic magical realism scene of Toddy the anthropomorphic frog postman and Salam Ander, an upright anthropomorphic fire salamander with a red backpack, walking through a dark enchanted forest filled with glowing amber resin on ancient trees, golden mist drifting between roots, mysterious preserved objects trapped inside the amber, a blind old stag with glass bells hanging from its antlers standing before a massive fallen tree opening like liquid gold, beyond it a hidden valley with a strange wooden house shaped with tooth-like windows, warm lantern light glowing softly, emotional fairytale atmosphere, highly detailed painterly textures, whimsical fantasy realism, style by Jean-Baptiste Monge × Iris Compiet, include a small sterilized unicorn head logo watermark with the text “AI by Unicorngraphics”.
The morning began with a light that hung strangely golden among the tall trees, as if the night had forgotten to disappear completely. Toddy sat silently at the edge of the narrow forest path, while wisps of mist crept among the ferns and the water from his red boat still dripped softly from the past hours, even though there was no river nearby anymore. Since they had left the island, the world around them seemed to follow different rules, quieter rules, perhaps older ones. Salam Ander, whom Toddy still sometimes unconsciously wanted to call Lurchi, walked a few steps ahead, carefully examining the dark marks on the ground, which looked as if something heavy had once slept there and moved in its dreams. No one spoke of it, yet both knew by now that they were approaching Mrs. Mahlzahn, the mysterious old tooth healer of the forest, whose name was whispered in many parts because no one could say for sure whether she was a wise helper or something much older, something that existed long before the first paths even led through these woods. The path narrowed until the branches above formed a canopy through which hardly any light penetrated, and everywhere on the trunks clung amber-colored resin that didn't look like ordinary tree resin but shimmered warmly, as if a slow heartbeat lay hidden deep within it. Toddy finally noticed that some of these golden inclusions contained small things: tiny leaves, beetles, feathers, sometimes even fragments of old keys or broken clock hands, as if the forest had preserved memories that no one was allowed to possess anymore. "This is called sleeping amber," Salam Ander said softly, without turning around. “He keeps things the forest doesn’t want to forget.” His voice sounded unusually serious, almost sad, and Toddy sensed his friend knew more than he was letting on. The farther they walked, the quieter the forest became. No birds sang. Even the rustling of their footsteps seemed to be swallowed by the ground, and eventually they reached a clearing. In the middle lay a massive fallen tree, its trunk completely covered in golden resin. But it wasn’t the tree itself that made Toddy stop, but the creature sitting before it. It was a stag, old and lean, with antlers adorned with dozens of tiny glass bells that moved even though there was no wind. And when the stag slowly raised its head, Toddy realized its eyes were milky white. Blind.
