ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, monster, nightmare, fear. "Under the silver light of a full moon, a Banshee emerges in a desolate, sorrowful landscape. She stands atop a hill of withered grass, surrounded by ancient dolmens and moss-covered stones that exude an aura of antiquity. Her spectral figure is ethereal, draped in a long, tattered cloak that billows as if caught in a phantom wind. Her long, white hair floats around her like a misty halo, while her pale, grief-stricken face reflects a deep, unfathomable sorrow. With sunken, glowing eyes, she gazes into the distance, her haunting wail echoing through the night, sending chills down the spine. The sky is blanketed with low, gray clouds, and a faint mist winds through the gnarled trees of a nearby forest. In the distance, a dark, winding river faintly reflects the moonlight, completing the atmosphere of death and foreboding that permeates the scene."