A hooded figure, cloaked in green, stands within a swirling, golden circle. The figure's face is obscured by the hood, and their eyes glow with an eerie light. Green energy swirls around them, filling the background with a mystical aura. The figure appears to be in the midst of casting a powerful spell, surrounded by a sense of ancient magic. The scene is dark and atmospheric, with the only light coming from the glowing energy and a few flickering candles in the foreground.
In a dark, candlelit chamber, the necromancer stands at the center of a runic circle etched into the stone floor, an ancient tome held in his gloved hands. His long, tattered robes sway as if stirred by an unseen wind, and the deep hood casts shadows over his gaunt face, leaving only his glowing, violet eyes visible. The air around him crackles with eerie energy, thick with the scent of incense and decay. Chanting in a guttural, forgotten tongue, his voice reverberates with a sinister power. His bony fingers move through the air, tracing symbols of death and life, not to summon spirits or raise the dead, but for something far stranger. As his voice grows louder, the runes beneath him pulse with a sickly green light, casting grotesque shadows across the room. The candles flicker violently, their flames bending as if drawn toward his outstretched hands. From the swirling mists rising from the circle, golden bananas begin to materialize, hovering eerily in the air. They are otherworldly yet absurd, glowing with a faint, spectral light. The bananas appear to defy the very laws of nature, emerging from the necromancer's twisted will, as if plucked from some unseen afterlife orchard. Their skins shimmer in shades of gold and sickly yellow, seemingly imbued with the essence of life and death alike. With a flick of his wrist, the necromancer commands the bananas to swirl around him, moving in a ghostly dance as if possessed by the same dark magic that animated the dead. The fruit hovers, trembling slightly, as though they are alive--or perhaps not quite alive. A grim smile creeps across his face, and with a final whispered word, the bananas fall into his outstretched hand, the arcane power dissipating as quickly as it arrived. He inspects the conjured fruit, a twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes, as the once-dark chamber fills with the surreal and bizarre presence of necromantic bananas. --ar 4:5 --s 250 --v 6.1
