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A haunting scene of Lady Maria seated solemnly in a dimly lit chamber atop the Astral Clocktower, her figure both elegant and menacing. Dressed in her iconic black Victorian hunter’s garb, her pale face is framed by strands of silvery hair escaping from beneath her wide-brimmed hat. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, now burn with cold resolve, glowing faintly with a sorrowful, ghostly light as they reflect the weight of her cursed existence. Blood stains her pristine gloves and her slender hands rest lightly on the hilt of her twin blades, Rakuyo, which lie across her lap. The dim light from the towering clock casts long shadows across the room, and the distant sound of ticking fills the air, amplifying the eerie, tragic atmosphere. Scarlet blood droplets hang in the air like suspended memories, as if time itself has slowed to honor her grim vigil. The scene radiates with quiet power, capturing the sorrow and strength of a warrior bound by fate and blood. <lora:FluxLadyMaria:1> <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.7> <lora:aidmaHyperrealism:0.5> aidmaHyperrealism
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A haunting scene of Lady Maria seated solemnly in a dimly lit chamber atop the Astral Clocktower, her figure both elegant and menacing. Dressed in her iconic black Victorian hunter’s garb, her pale face is framed by strands of silvery hair escaping from beneath her wide-brimmed hat. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, now burn with cold resolve, glowing faintly with a sorrowful, ghostly light as they reflect the weight of her cursed existence. Blood stains her pristine gloves and her slender hands rest lightly on the hilt of her twin blades, Rakuyo, which lie across her lap. The dim light from the towering clock casts long shadows across the room, and the distant sound of ticking fills the air, amplifying the eerie, tragic atmosphere. Scarlet blood droplets hang in the air like suspended memories, as if time itself has slowed to honor her grim vigil. The scene radiates with quiet power, capturing the sorrow and strength of a warrior bound by fate and blood. <lora:FluxLadyMaria:1> <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.7> <lora:aidmaHyperrealism:0.5> aidmaHyperrealism
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