In the dimly lit, enchanting ambiance of a sprawling Gothic cathedral, Megan DeLuca stands, her ethereal silhouette cast against the shadowy, intricate stone arches. Draped in an otherworldly gown composed of black lace and flowing silk that shimmer with an iridescent sheen, she exudes an air of sorrowful elegance. Her antique headdress, adorned with delicate bones and exquisite pearls, adds a macabre allure to her appearance as she wears it, her hauntingly beautiful face framed by cascading dark hair that falls in glossy waves. With her body slightly bent, one hand raised to her lips as if in silent song, Megan appears both vulnerable and powerful, a living embodiment of a tragic, timeless tale that echoes through the cold, stone walls of the ancient cathedral, her sorrowful eyes holding an inscrutable longing