A lone female gunslinger dressed entirely in black stands in the middle of a dus

A lone female gunslinger dressed entirely in black stands in the middle of a dusty western street at twilight. She wears a long black leather duster that flows in the wind, black wide-brimmed hat casting a sharp shadow over her face. Twin holsters rest at her hips, each carrying polished revolvers. Her expression is calm, cold, and unreadable. Her dark boots are worn, spurred, and planted firmly on cracked earth. Behind her, the town fades into dusk — broken saloons, lanterns flickering, vultures circling in the sky. Her gloves are fingerless, revealing rings and scars. Wind carries dust across the scene. Her presence radiates control — like death wrapped in velvet. Cinematic 16:9 framing, hyper-realistic textures, dirty realism, gothic western noir, soft directional lighting across her face and weapons. A woman no one dares approach. A silence that speaks louder than gunfire.

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