There, within the eerie embrace of the twisted silver birch forest, Jannet stood as a hauntingly ethereal portrait, her slender frame clad in a diaphanous midnight-blue gown that billowed around her like the ghostly remnants of a once-majestic ship. Perched atop a moss-covered stone pedestal, her eyes—silver pools of liquid silver—locked onto an unseen distant horizon, while her lips parted in a silent lament, as the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting eerie shadows upon her ghostly visage and the surrounding foliage, imbuing the entire scene with a palpable sense of melancholy and longing. <lora:tpxyzv18fc96ca1b9i190c:1>