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<lora:Viva_Bianca_Flux:1> A striking close-up of Ilithyia’s face, her normally pristine elegance marred by streaks of crimson splattered across her pale cheek. Her blonde hair is in disarray, curls falling loose from their once-perfect updo. Her lips, painted in a clear gloss, are slightly parted as she takes in a shallow, uneven breath. Her blue eyes, now filled with desperation, dart to the side as though seeking an escape. A single golden earring remains, the other lost, as a thin trail of blood trickles from her temple. The flickering torchlight reflects off the damp silk of her ruined gown, framing her in the aftermath of violence.