a solemn cleric stands alone in a desolate, dimly lit chamber, surrounded by cold, grey stone walls, with a faint, eerie glow emanating from a single, flickering candle, casting long, ominous shadows on the walls, the cleric's face is pale, with a look of dread and despair, their eyes sunken, with a deep sense of desperation and isolation, their skin is pale, with a subtle, worn texture, their robes are tattered and worn, with a subtle, faded embroidery, the cleric's hands are clasped together in a tight, desperate prayer, as if seeking solace from the overwhelming feeling of loneliness and abandonment, the atmosphere is heavy with an sense of foreboding and hopelessness.