Masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed, dark gothic, under a looming

$masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed, dark gothic, under a looming, eerie moonlight, a solitary girl$ trk,stands, clad in a flowing black robe with red linings, she holds a long, menacing scythe, its blade gleaming against the night sky, her posture is poised and steady, as if preparing for an imminent confrontation, her eyes narrow, glowing slightly beneath the shadow of her hood, conveying a sense of calm determination, the night sky is tumultuous, filled with dark, swirling clouds that seem to pulse with energy, red fabric strips drift and dance through the air, as if caught in an unseen current$, background$the ground around her is scattered with stones and overgrown with wild, untamed plants, adding to the atmosphere of decay and desolation, behind her, the moon hangs ominously, its pale light casting long, sharp shadows, emphasizing the sharpness of her weapon and the contours of her form, the scene is filled with tension, as if capturing the calm before a storm, with an underlying sense of power and quiet rage, a moment frozen in time where the world seems to hold its breath, anticipating the inevitable. The colors used blend naturally with the background and her$$

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masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed, dark gothic, under a looming, eerie moonlight, a solitary girl$ trk,stands, clad in a flowing black robe with red linings, she holds a long, menacing scythe, its blade gleaming against the night sky, her posture is poised and steady, as if preparing for an imminent confrontation, her eyes narrow, glowing slightly beneath the shadow of her hood, conveying a sense of calm determination, the night sky is tumultuous, filled with dark, swirling clouds that seem to pulse with energy, red fabric strips drift and dance through the air, as if caught in an unseen current$, background$the ground around her is scattered with stones and overgrown with wild, untamed plants, adding to the atmosphere of decay and desolation, behind her, the moon hangs ominously, its pale light casting long, sharp shadows, emphasizing the sharpness of her weapon and the contours of her form, the scene is filled with tension, as if capturing the calm before a storm, with an underlying sense of power and quiet rage, a moment frozen in time where the world seems to hold its breath, anticipating the inevitable. The colors used blend naturally with the background and her$

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