Dark fantasy scene, a small, solitary woman stands in the vast, infinite blackness of an endless void. Her figure, frail yet resolute, is dwarfed by the oppressive emptiness surrounding her. She stands on an unseen surface, barely illuminated by the golden beams of radiant light erupting upward from her head, cutting through the suffocating darkness but failing to penetrate the infinite void. Her head tilts upward, her face turned to the viewer with a haunting, distant expression, as if pleading or resigned to her eternal fate. Her silhouette is shrouded in delicate, tattered fabrics that barely shift in the stillness, their intricate details fading into the surrounding blackness. The beams of light radiating from her head cast faint, glowing edges along her small form, highlighting her fragility amidst the enormity of the dead expanse. The void feels alive in its stillness, an oppressive force that devours all light and sound, rendering her isolation palpable. Subtle distortions ripple faintly around her, as if the fabric of existence itself bends in torment at her presence. The composition is rich with contrasts—vivid golden light against a vast, dead black void—evoking an eternal, somber loneliness
