In an ethereal, moonlit scene of a medieval Italian town square, Fiorella Castagna stands alone atop the grand staircase of a crumbling, ivy- covered palazzo, her flowing, diaphanous gown shimmering like a silver waterfall cascading down from the heavens. Her long, raven hair cascades down her back in loose waves, framing a face of exquisite beauty, her eyes wide and filled with both sorrow and determination as she gazes out at the stillness of the night, lost in thought. The voluminous train of the dress billows out behind her, billowing gently in the cool night air, while delicate lace sleeves cover her arms, adorned with intricate embroidery that sparkles and catches the light. A delicate gold choker encircles her neck, its chain adorned with a single ruby pendant that seems to emit an inner fire. Realistic and solo in composition, this dramatic image captures Fiorella's vulnerability and strength, while the shadows of ancient buildings stretch out like skeletal fingers reaching for the stars, and the distant tolling of a church bell echoes through the air, a haunting reminder of the passage of time. <lora:vpvkqi18fdef491cagba:1>