In the ethereal, moonlit embrace of a misty forest grove, Harriet Slater, a woman draped in an intricately embroidered midnight blue silk gown adorned with shimmering crystals, stands gracefully against the craggy backdrop of an ancient stone archway, her long, flowing hair cascading like a waterfall of dark waves down her bare shoulders, her eyes gazing intently into the distance, lost in thought or perhaps a dream, as she gently plucks at the strings of a harp whose melancholic notes echo softly through the enchanted woodland, casting an ethereal spell over all who bear witness to this hauntingly beautiful scene. <lora:wtqwyo18ff2c060f5va:1>