A mysterious young girl with aristocratically sharp features

A mysterious young girl with aristocratically sharp features, pale porcelain skin and thick black hair, slightly disheveled by the night wind. Her beautiful eyes – a cold gray-blue shade – look into the distance with an expression of deep thought. There is a barely perceptible smile on her thin lips, a grimace in which fatigue and bitter irony can be read. She is dressed in a luxurious but slightly shabby Neo-Gothic suit: a black velvet frock coat with a high collar, embroidered with silver threads in the form of ornate patterns, reminiscent of ancient runes or an interweaving of barbed wire. Under the coat is a maroon vest made of patterned silk, fastened with small black buttons in the shape of skulls. She wears narrow leather gloves with the cuffs turned down, hiding the scars on her knuckles. Trousers made of thick black cloth are tucked into high cavalry boots with steel heels that clatter loudly on the stonework. She is leaning against a dilapidated gargoyle on the edge of the roof of an ancient cathedral, one leg slightly bent at the knee, the other stretched out, as if she is ready to fall down at any moment. In her right hand she holds a thin cane with a crow's head, its metal beak gleams in the light of the street lamps. On the little finger of his left hand is a massive ring with a dark stone, in the depths of which something alive seems to be moving. The city below is a maze of pointed spires, arches, bridges, and narrow alleys shrouded in a blue haze. The stone facades of the buildings are riddled with cracks, carved ornaments and traces of time. The stained-glass windows of the cathedrals burn from the inside with a dim crimson light, as if inextinguishable lights are burning in them. The streets are filled with traffic: carriages with bug lanterns glide along the cobblestones, silhouettes of passers-by flicker in the alleys, and somewhere in the distance, by the river. The camera "looks" at her from the bottom up, emphasizing his dominant position

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A mysterious young girl with aristocratically sharp features, pale porcelain skin and thick black hair, slightly disheveled by the night wind. Her beautiful eyes – a cold gray-blue shade – look into the distance with an expression of deep thought. There is a barely perceptible smile on her thin lips, a grimace in which fatigue and bitter irony can be read. She is dressed in a luxurious but slightly shabby Neo-Gothic suit: a black velvet frock coat with a high collar, embroidered with silver threads in the form of ornate patterns, reminiscent of ancient runes or an interweaving of barbed wire. Under the coat is a maroon vest made of patterned silk, fastened with small black buttons in the shape of skulls. She wears narrow leather gloves with the cuffs turned down, hiding the scars on her knuckles. Trousers made of thick black cloth are tucked into high cavalry boots with steel heels that clatter loudly on the stonework. She is leaning against a dilapidated gargoyle on the edge of the roof of an ancient cathedral, one leg slightly bent at the knee, the other stretched out, as if she is ready to fall down at any moment. In her right hand she holds a thin cane with a crow's head, its metal beak gleams in the light of the street lamps. On the little finger of his left hand is a massive ring with a dark stone, in the depths of which something alive seems to be moving. The city below is a maze of pointed spires, arches, bridges, and narrow alleys shrouded in a blue haze. The stone facades of the buildings are riddled with cracks, carved ornaments and traces of time. The stained-glass windows of the cathedrals burn from the inside with a dim crimson light, as if inextinguishable lights are burning in them. The streets are filled with traffic: carriages with bug lanterns glide along the cobblestones, silhouettes of passers-by flicker in the alleys, and somewhere in the distance, by the river. The camera "looks" at her from the bottom up, emphasizing his dominant position

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