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the beautiful Lady Maria, draped in tattered, dark coat that pulses with a faint, eerie glow, stands on a creaking wooden bridge. She points the tip of a bloody, rune-etched sword menacingly at the camera, the blade crackling with dark energy. Shadows swirl around her, and the misty air is thick with tension. her silver hair fall from her hat on her eyes, reflecting the bridge's warped, splintered planks, over the sword camera view <lora:FluxLadyMaria:1> <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.7> mythp0rt