A medieval archer clad in supple leather armor rides a majestic black stallion across a sun-drenched meadow, quiver slung over his shoulder. The air is alive with golden dust as he notches his bow, ready to fire, his gaze fixed on the rolling hills. His windswept hair flows behind him like a river of night, as a single gold-edged black rose petals at his feet. Taking a bow from the top of a tree
