The cursed ice specter hovers motionless, haunting the heart of a desolate and frozen desert. A faint spectral glow outlines its translucent form, giving it the impression of being both present and disappearing into the icy mist. The expanse of ice below is shattered, as if it had been fractured by an ancient power, with shards capturing the last light of a setting sun, casting a deep and dark glow over the landscape. Above, the sky is a changing tapestry of cold blues, stormy grays, and pale pinks, marking the twilight hours as the world sinks into darkness. The body of the specter is ghostly and almost transparent, but it is covered with a layer of jagged frost crystals that jut outward like sharp and dangerous thorns. A sinister mask, resembling a twisted blend of bone and ice, conceals its face, revealing only two strange pale blue eyes. These eyes shimmer with a cold and supernatural light that pierces the twilight, cutting through the darkness like the gaze of a predator. Skeletal hands extend beneath the torn white shroud of the specter, each finger incredibly elongated and covered in frost that billows like icy vapor. As it hovers, faint tendrils of icy mist wrap around it, spreading like the smoke from a forbidden fire. The veil itself is ghostly and tattered, as if made of a frozen fog that flows around its form, drifting in the wind that sweeps across the frozen earth. Sharp shadows, tinged with a metallic sheen, dance along the silhouette of the specter, casting an aura of terror and icy calm.