In the golden hues of an early sunset, Octavia, a young woman with emerald eyes and raven hair cascading in loose curls down her back, stands poised at the edge of tranquil lake, its surface gently rippling with the breeze; she leans slightly forward, one hand resting lightly on the smooth stone of the lake's edge while the other cradles a bouquet of wildflowers, their vibrant colors contrasting the delicate whiteness of her ivory gown. <lora:otygnz18fb4a14ee8t16da:1>