in the heart of the haunted library, where dusty tomes and forgotten knowledge whisper secrets to the darkness, stands the cemetery reaper, her ethereal beauty illuminated by the soft glow of candles. her raven black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, and her piercing green eyes seem to hold a world of mystery within their depths. a delicate, lace trimmed veil drapes across her face, framing her full lips and high cheekbones with an air of melancholy elegance. the 28 year old woman's slender fingers grasp a worn leather bound book, its pages fluttering open to reveal ancient incantations scrawled in faded ink. her skin glows with a soft, otherworldly luminescence, as if the very essence of the dead has infused her being. a crimson sash cinches at her waist, accentuating the curves of her figure beneath a flowing black gown that seems to billow behind her like a dark cloud. the air is heavy with the scent of old parchment and forgotten dreams, and the reaper's presence exudes an aura of seductive power, as if she has awakened from a centuries long slumber to claim dominion over this realm of whispered secrets., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:1.5>