in the heart of the dark tunnel, wilt leaf liege stands poised, her slender figure illuminated only by an otherworldly glow emanating from the walls themselves. her 35 year old face is a canvas of subtle, eerie beauty, with skin as pale as moonlit mist and eyes that burn like lanterns in the void. a delicate filigree of vines weaves through her silver hair, which cascades down her back like a waterfall of night. the air around her is heavy with an unholy scent, like the whispers of forgotten secrets, and the ground beneath her feet seems to writhe and twist as if alive. despite the oppressive atmosphere, wilt leaf's presence exudes an aura of quiet power, as if she has mastered the very darkness that surrounds her., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:1.5>