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A noble woman in flowing, silver robes stands on a crumbling balcony, overlooking the ruins of an ancient city now overrun with dark vines and creeping shadows. Her staff, crowned with a crescent moon-shaped crystal, emits a soft, bluish glow that wards off the encroaching darkness. Below, spectral figures in tattered cloaks move silently through the streets, their hollow eyes fixed on the distant, ruined palace. She closes her eyes and raises her staff, and for a moment, the wind carries the distant echo of a forgotten song.<lora:Smooth_Mix_-_Flux:0.7><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.8>