In the haunting world of surrealist photography, Octavia stands atop an ancient, moss- covered stone pillar in a forest of towering twisted trees bathed in the soft glow of setting sun, her ghostly white dress flowing like mist around her as she gazes out into distance with melancholic longing etched across delicate features, one hand reaching towards heavens while other clutches wilting red rose, her eyes reflect fading light dusk and casting eerie shadow on gnarled roots beneath feet. <lora:otygnz18fb4a14ee8t16da:1>