In the heart of an enchanted garden teeming with twisting ivy, moonlit roses, and antique ironwork, a captivating young woman named Rika stands, her delicate silhouette bathed in the soft glow of a crescent moon suspended overhead. The camera angles from below, alwowing the viewer to appreciate intricate details flowing white gown adorned with lace, pearls, and silver embroidery that shimmer beneath silvery light, as she gracefully lifts one hand to her heart, while other gently brushes against a tendril of ivy entwined around her slender wrist. Her eyes rimmed in kohl and flecked with emerald green, gaze wistfully sofaraway towards distant horizon, her lips parted ever s if caught mid-whisper. The background swirls a surrealist tableau of moonlit branches dappled shadows, ancient stone structures shrouded in ivy, giving scene an air of timeless beauty and mystery. The emotional tone one of longing sadness and nostagia yet also hint sense of freedom and adventure, as if one were to follow the path that winds through the garden past Rika into the depths unknowns of night. Erika <lora:gxkotj18fc16bac32ma18:1>