In the twilight's gentle embrace, Octavia, an epitomeonimon of timeless grace, stands before a chapel's antique lace- draped walls, her visage bathed in hues from kaleidoscopes of stained glass; delicate embroidery on her gown fluttering with wind's breath, as she gazes out stormy skies distant, a rose's single vibrant red petal clutched tightly hand, her other resting on moss- covered stone wall. <lora:otygnz18fb4a14ee8t16da:1>