ral-dissolve,Swathed in a cloak of shadow, a woman stands , her figure a deeper shade within the all-consuming black. She wields an instrument unseen, slicing through the thick, tangible obscurity that surrounds her. Each movement is precise, an artful dance of severance and creation. The sound of her actions, the gentle whisper of division, resonates as a stark, rhythmic contrast to the otherwise oppressive silence of the dark realm. This woman, a mistress of the night, carves pathways of emptiness into the void itself, her task a mysterious ritual known only to her. In this place devoid of light, she is the sculptor of the unseen, her very being an enigma, crafting contours and dimensions where none would seem to exist,crows,Black Desert,(sunlight:1.15)
FastNegative,negativeXL_D,
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