A young woman with black hair blown up in a gust of icy wind stood half
A young woman with black hair blown up in a gust of icy wind stood half-turned under the massive stone arch of a ruined estate, shackled by eternal cold. The arch is covered with frost and tenacious ivy. One of her hands is slightly raised, her fingers are clutching a withered black rose, the petals of which are falling down, mixing with the snow.On the ground at her feet is a broken antique lantern. Her black curls, some of which are gathered into an elegant half-loose chignon, frame her face with sharp, almost sculptural features.Her face is like a porcelain mask illuminated by cold light: high cheekbones honed by shadow, a nose with a barely noticeable bump, giving the profile a proud severity. The lips are slightly parted, as if frozen in mid—sentence, their dark wine shade contrasts with the deathly pallor of the skin.Wide, almond-shaped eyes framed by thick eyelashes, they burn with icy fire. The iris is a deep blue color, with golden sparks around the pupils. The look is intense, but fatigue lurks in the corners of the eyes. She is wearing a flowing dress in dusky blue tones. The fabric is heavy and flows in folds, emphasizing her fragile figure. A high velvet collar trimmed with silver embroidery frames her neck, and long sleeves, narrow at the wrists, are decorated with tarnished metal clasps. On her chest is a brooch in the form of a black crystal, shimmering like a frozen tear.There are misty ruins behind her, and in the distance, among the bare, twisted trees, a flock of ravens soars into the sky, leaving trails in the air like billowing smoke. Snow is falling. The light breaking through the clouds envelops her silhouette in a cold glow, snatching her face out of the darkness, creating a theatrical contrast. Colors: Deep midnight blue, funereal velvet, moonlight silver, icy blue, ashen black, deathly pale. Mood: Gothic elegance, romantic sorrow, eternal winter, ghostly beauty. Style: Cinematic drama, detailed elaboration.
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A young woman with black hair blown up in a gust of icy wind stood half-turned under the massive stone arch of a ruined estate, shackled by eternal cold. The arch is covered with frost and tenacious ivy. One of her hands is slightly raised, her fingers are clutching a withered black rose, the petals of which are falling down, mixing with the snow.On the ground at her feet is a broken antique lantern. Her black curls, some of which are gathered into an elegant half-loose chignon, frame her face with sharp, almost sculptural features.Her face is like a porcelain mask illuminated by cold light: high cheekbones honed by shadow, a nose with a barely noticeable bump, giving the profile a proud severity. The lips are slightly parted, as if frozen in mid—sentence, their dark wine shade contrasts with the deathly pallor of the skin.Wide, almond-shaped eyes framed by thick eyelashes, they burn with icy fire. The iris is a deep blue color, with golden sparks around the pupils. The look is intense, but fatigue lurks in the corners of the eyes. She is wearing a flowing dress in dusky blue tones. The fabric is heavy and flows in folds, emphasizing her fragile figure. A high velvet collar trimmed with silver embroidery frames her neck, and long sleeves, narrow at the wrists, are decorated with tarnished metal clasps. On her chest is a brooch in the form of a black crystal, shimmering like a frozen tear.There are misty ruins behind her, and in the distance, among the bare, twisted trees, a flock of ravens soars into the sky, leaving trails in the air like billowing smoke. Snow is falling. The light breaking through the clouds envelops her silhouette in a cold glow, snatching her face out of the darkness, creating a theatrical contrast. Colors: Deep midnight blue, funereal velvet, moonlight silver, icy blue, ashen black, deathly pale. Mood: Gothic elegance, romantic sorrow, eternal winter, ghostly beauty. Style: Cinematic drama, detailed elaboration.
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