Valeria, a woman adorned in an intricately embroidered sari of deep emerald and shimmering gold, stands alone upon the precipice of the mist- shrouded Taj Mahal at dusk, her luminous complexion as captivating as the moon. Her long, raven hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of obsidian silk, framing her delicate features with a soft veil. The wind gently sways the billowing fabric of her sari, revealing the curve of her slender waist and the graceful arc of her arms adorned with traditional bangles that jingle softly. Her eyes, as dark as the night sky, are filled with a profound melancholy, reflecting the tragic love story that the monument was built to commemorate, as she gazes intently at the viewer. The camera angle is low, looking up at her from below, emphasizing the grandeur of the Taj Mahal behind her and the vastness of the Indian plains stretching out before it. The sun is setting, casting a warm, golden light over everything, illuminating Valeria's face and making the marble of the monument glow with an otherworldly luminescence. In this poignant scene, Valeria stands as both a testament to the enduring beauty of love and a haunting reminder of its fleeting nature. <lora:ustzyi18fde4ae9cdu1d92:1>