In the moonlit, Victorian- era London street, Fiorella Castagna, a solitary girl of striking beauty with raven curls, glides towards the camera, her ethereal grace and crimson velvet gown adorned with gold embroidery creating an air of mystery as she moves like a ghostly apparition along the wet cobblestone street, her crystal- encrusted gloves catching the light and reflecting the soft glow of gas lamps that flicker and dance in the cool night breeze. <lora:vpvkqi18fdef491cagba:1>