Santa Muerte stands in a rain-soaked graveyard, her dark, flowing robes clinging

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Santa Muerte stands in a rain-soaked graveyard, her dark, flowing robes clinging to her voluptuous figure, the wet fabric accentuating every curve. The skeletal patterns on her gown glow faintly in the misty air, while her hauntingly beautiful face is framed by a crown of black roses and gleaming skulls. The rain gently falls, glistening on her pale skin as she glides effortlessly between the tombstones, her hips swaying seductively with each step. Lightning flashes in the distance, illuminating the fog that swirls around her feet, and her outstretched hand holds a gleaming scythe. Her gaze, cold yet mesmerizing, invites you closer, as the dark allure of death itself radiates from her every movement.

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