On the hauntingly ethereal Scottish moor, under a moonlit sky, Fiorella Castagna, with her raven hair cascading down her back, stands atop an ancient stone circle adorned in a flowing, emerald green gown and a wreath of white flowers. Her delicate frame is bathed in the soft silvery glow of the full moon, her eyes, deep violet pools, filled with intensity as she offers herself to the heavens. <lora:snygti18fdea47763q1e6c:1>