At twilight, Eleonora stands at the water's edge in a forest, her raven locks cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, adorned in a flowing ivory gown with delicate lace and embroidery. Her melancholic longing etched upon her face as she gazes towards the horizon, slender fingers poised to touch the tranquil moonlit lake, while the soft glow of the moonlight dances on her skin, creating an otherworldly aura around her. The stillness is only broken by the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind and distant hooting of owls echoing through the emerald- green forest, drawing viewers into the depths of her quiet sorrow. <lora:ggwpsr18fcad1bfa3z1c7a:1>