In the soft, ethereal glow twilight, a young woman named Sara stands atop ancient stone bridge arches gracefully over crystalline stream, its water shimmering with faintest hints iridescent sun, her raven hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders like ink spilled upon canvas, her emerald eyes filled quiet intensity cast downward delicately towards delicate ivorycolored fabric that swirls around her slender form, vintage dress seems plucked straight fairy tale, its layers billowing gently breeze, straps adornicate lacework tiny pearls which catch fading light glimmer like stars against her pale skin. <lora:ywjpig18fc4476eeeyd46:1>
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