The PlainD0ll stands quietly in the mist-filled garden of the Hunter
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The PlainD0ll stands quietly in the mist-filled garden of the Hunter’s Dream, her hands clasped gently as she gazes out over the fog-shrouded graves. Her delicate features, framed by soft strands of ashen hair, are bathed in the pale light of the dreamlike moon that hangs high above. Her deep, somber eyes seem to glow faintly with an otherworldly knowledge, offering comfort and guidance to the hunters who come to her. The faint rustle of her gown, a dark, embroidered masterpiece, is the only sound in the otherwise silent dream. Around her, ethereal blue lanterns flicker softly, casting a mystical glow, while the distant clocktower looms above as if guarding the dream she is eternally bound to. <lora:FluxPlainDoll:0.9>
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The PlainD0ll stands quietly in the mist-filled garden of the Hunter’s Dream, her hands clasped gently as she gazes out over the fog-shrouded graves. Her delicate features, framed by soft strands of ashen hair, are bathed in the pale light of the dreamlike moon that hangs high above. Her deep, somber eyes seem to glow faintly with an otherworldly knowledge, offering comfort and guidance to the hunters who come to her. The faint rustle of her gown, a dark, embroidered masterpiece, is the only sound in the otherwise silent dream. Around her, ethereal blue lanterns flicker softly, casting a mystical glow, while the distant clocktower looms above as if guarding the dream she is eternally bound to. <lora:FluxPlainDoll:0.9>
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