A grand army of rats clad in dark medieval armor marches in unison before a towering pale castle, their formation disciplined yet teeming with restless energy; each rat knight rides a warhorse draped in heraldic cloth, the air alive with the flutter of banners bearing golden eagles, fleur-de-lis, and black sigils of conquest; their helmets gleam beneath the dim light, whiskers catching faint reflections as they raise their lances toward the fortress ahead; at the vanguard, a richly robed rat noble leads the charge atop a black steed, its crimson cape billowing like blood in the wind; behind them, the white castle looms immaculate, immense, and silent its black-and-gold spires piercing the sky as though watching the vermin host gather for their triumphal march. --p 24hp83o