A close up of a woman sitting on a throne with blood on it

((Masterpiece, top quality, high resolution, highly detailed CG unified 8K wallpaper)), a dark queen reclining on a colossal throne made of twisted black roses and jagged obsidian, the armrests sculpted from the skulls of forgotten kings, her long, flowing gown cascading like liquid shadow, merging with the swirling darkness beneath her, one leg crossed over the other in a display of effortless dominance, her pale fingers resting against her lips in a cruel smirk, piercing crimson eyes gleaming with ominous intent:1.3, in her right hand, a delicate yet cursed rose blooms, its petals dripping with eerie red embers, while her left hand extends outward, shadowy tendrils writhing from her fingertips, as if pulling unseen souls into the abyss, the atmosphere thick with dark mist, faint echoes of tormented whispers lingering in the air, behind her, a fractured blood moon casts a ghostly red glow over the landscape of a ruined, desolate kingdom, the wind carrying the scent of midnight roses and something far more sinister—the scent of power, destruction, and eternal night.
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((Masterpiece, top quality, high resolution, highly detailed CG unified 8K wallpaper)), a dark queen reclining on a colossal throne made of twisted black roses and jagged obsidian, the armrests sculpted from the skulls of forgotten kings, her long, flowing gown cascading like liquid shadow, merging with the swirling darkness beneath her, one leg crossed over the other in a display of effortless dominance, her pale fingers resting against her lips in a cruel smirk, piercing crimson eyes gleaming with ominous intent:1.3, in her right hand, a delicate yet cursed rose blooms, its petals dripping with eerie red embers, while her left hand extends outward, shadowy tendrils writhing from her fingertips, as if pulling unseen souls into the abyss, the atmosphere thick with dark mist, faint echoes of tormented whispers lingering in the air, behind her, a fractured blood moon casts a ghostly red glow over the landscape of a ruined, desolate kingdom, the wind carrying the scent of midnight roses and something far more sinister—the scent of power, destruction, and eternal night.
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