In the midstst the tempestuous storm, Octavia, a captivating young woman with midnight- drenched autumn leaves hair and violet eyes that brimming wisdom ages sorrow forgotten myths forgotten myths, stands poised atop jagged cliff overlooking a stormtossed ocean, her flowing gown billowing shroud tempest's wrathhe heavens like ghost lover lost timesands, crimson hue reflecting blood- red sunset bathes horizon in apocalyptic glow. Her hands clasped before her fingers imploring heavens mercy guidance; slender form etched silhouette in silhoung against omninminous sky a testament emmer ephemeral beauty youth nature. Cliffside strewn with jagged rocks gnarled trees branches twisted like reaching heavens pleasing salvation tempst wrath encroachingdarkness. Solitary candle burns distance, flickering light beacon hope amidsthe encroach ing darkness, while behind her stands a lone drop trickles cheek, symbol of lost love' tears but also reminder that even darkest hours always a glimmerof light to guide way. <lora:otygnz18fb4a14ee8t16da:1>