A gothic woman kneels in the ruins of an ancient cathedral, surrounded by towering, crumbling stone pillars and weathered statues. Dim, diffused light filters through shattered stained- glass windows, casting a cold glow over broken archways and scattered skulls. A thick mist coils around the base of the ruins, softening the jagged stone beneath her. She wears a long, flowing black gown with intricate lace sleeves and a corseted bodice adorned with embroidered filigree. The fabric pools onto the stone, heavy with age. A silver pendant rests at her chest, catching the faint light. Her fingers, adorned with black onyx rings, press together in a silent prayer. Her long, wavy silver hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her pale face. Dark eyeliner and charcoal- gray eyeshadow deepen the intensity of her stormy gaze. A delicate, blackened filigree tiara sits atop her head. Beyond her, hooded statues line a worn stone staircase, their solemn poses frozen in time. A shadowed figure in flowing black robes stands at the top, hands clasped in silent devotion. The faint glow of dying embers flickers in the distance, illuminating the ruined sanctuary in eerie, golden light
