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Cinematic angle Dark cliffs above black waters wilderness deep dark Portrait Some kind of magic She was alone Wearing a blood red cloak over red jet black dress Her platinum-blonde hair blowing in the rushing wind She had to make her escape in rhe moonless night The cliff edge she walked was narrow and the drop below A faint light ahead meant dawn was just an hour away If she didn't make it by dawn she would be discovered Artfully made Dark cliffs above a black abyss hkmagic Boris Vallejo