In the heart of a desolate, sun- scorched desert at dusk, Keiani, a woman clad in a gown made entirely of shimmering crystal beads that catch the dying light in a mesmerizing display of iridescence, stands alone under the skeletal branches of a dying tree. Her eyes brim with an enigmatic sadness as she gazes out into the endless expanse of sand, her hand loosely holding a discarded antique pocket watch, her long, dark hair billowing around her like a cloud, casting an eerie shadow on the ground. A mournful sigh escapes her lips as she stands lost in thought or contemplating the passage of time in this hauntingly beautiful yet forsaken landscape. <lora:qqxoix18fe042faa5r222a:1>