As twilight descends upon the windswept cliffside, a captivating young woman, her golden olong hai and blue eyes brimming with melancholy, stands gazing at the storm- tossed sea. Parting her lips as if about to speak, she seems lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the churning waves that crash against the cliffside below. Nacarally dressed, she wears an antique ivory gown with intricate lace detailing, her long blonde hair falling around her shoulders and caught by a gentle breeze that sweeps her veil billowing behind her. Her delicate features are etched with sorrow as if she contemplates unspoken secrets, her slender pose leaning against the weathered stone railing, one slender hand gripping it tight. The ground below is rarally darkening sky above, streaked w vibrant pink and orange, casting otherworldly glow upon desolate landscape before her. Myra, my, she stands alone at viewer parted lips, blue eyes, as if in quiet contemplation fills her heart. <lora:yiiwhr18fb653bce9ua:1>