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Here I share another of the Empyreal priestesses that I created to practice a new artistic style inspired by classical master oil painters in which I also learned how to use better the new inpainting feature of Midjourney V6 after removing several unwanted artefacts and design defects.

About the worldbuilding behind the piece: The Empyreals had the power to speak somehow with the suns through their sacred priestesses during a wordless transcendent soul communion, and it proved to be extremely important for the life and fate of the worlds under their dominion because they were far more prosperous and habitable when the Sacred Empyreal Priestesses kept the suns perfectly regulated to most favourable planetary conditions. After the downfall of the Empyreal Hegemony and the deaths of most of their priestess, it was unfortunately common to behold ancient benign suns fallen into cold or scorching cycles that wiped out almost entire civilisations in less than five generations.

It is what precisely is happening in the Seventh Planet wherein most of my stories take place. There are no priestesses left to speak to the Sun and it is sleeping, becoming so dim and weak that the life above the surface has proved impossible without thermal suits and under the protection of the domed city-states.

Description
Here I share another of the Empyreal priestesses that I created to practice a new artistic style inspired by classical master oil painters in which I also learned how to use better the new inpainting feature of Midjourney V6 after removing several unwanted artefacts and design defects.

About the worldbuilding behind the piece: The Empyreals had the power to speak somehow with the suns through their sacred priestesses during a wordless transcendent soul communion, and it proved to be extremely important for the life and fate of the worlds under their dominion because they were far more prosperous and habitable when the Sacred Empyreal Priestesses kept the suns perfectly regulated to most favourable planetary conditions. After the downfall of the Empyreal Hegemony and the deaths of most of their priestess, it was unfortunately common to behold ancient benign suns fallen into cold or scorching cycles that wiped out almost entire civilisations in less than five generations.

It is what precisely is happening in the Seventh Planet wherein most of my stories take place. There are no priestesses left to speak to the Sun and it is sleeping, becoming so dim and weak that the life above the surface has proved impossible without thermal suits and under the protection of the domed city-states.