(In the freezing streets of Ankh-Morpork, Rincewind, the awkward, skinny wizard, stands nervously, clutching a worn-out, half-broken staff in one hand while lighting a cigarette with the other. His long, spiky white beard is dusted with frost, and his tattered robes and pointy hat, with 'WIZZARD' written in crooked letters, are covered in snow. The icy wind howls through the streets as snow piles up on his shoulders. (Beside him, The Luggage, a magical seaman’s trunk, trudges along on its hundreds of tiny legs. Its wooden lid, slightly ajar, reveals sharp, menacing teeth that line the upper edge of the lid, giving it a terrifying grin:1.3). The frost-covered chest shuffles forward, leaving strange footprints in the snow. In the background, Death, with his scythe in hand, stands silently, his skeletal form dusted with snow, watching the two as they navigate the cold, chaotic streets. The winter night is filled with a chilling atmosphere, blending humor, danger, and the surreal charm of Discworld:1.3), moon<lora:flux_full moon:1> ,