Gothic woman with black wings and a scythe holding a scythe
"A hauntingly beautiful Angel of Death stands in a dark, ethereal void, her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. She wears a flowing black gown that moves like liquid shadow, its edges dissolving into mist. Her pale skin contrasts sharply with the darkness around her, and her piercing, glowing eyes seem to see into the very soul. Long, raven-black hair cascades down her back, framing her delicate yet ominous face. Large, tattered wings stretch behind her, their feathers darkened as if touched by oblivion. In her slender hands, she grips a massive, ornate scythe, its blade shimmering with an eerie glow. Wisps of ghostly energy swirl around her, and the air crackles with the weight of fate itself. She is neither cruel nor kind—only the inevitable force that comes to claim what is hers
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"A hauntingly beautiful Angel of Death stands in a dark, ethereal void, her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. She wears a flowing black gown that moves like liquid shadow, its edges dissolving into mist. Her pale skin contrasts sharply with the darkness around her, and her piercing, glowing eyes seem to see into the very soul. Long, raven-black hair cascades down her back, framing her delicate yet ominous face. Large, tattered wings stretch behind her, their feathers darkened as if touched by oblivion. In her slender hands, she grips a massive, ornate scythe, its blade shimmering with an eerie glow. Wisps of ghostly energy swirl around her, and the air crackles with the weight of fate itself. She is neither cruel nor kind—only the inevitable force that comes to claim what is hers
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