in this hauntingly beautiful painting, a solitary figure stands at the edge of an eerie, moonlit forest, surrounded by gnarled trees with bark that seems to writhe like living vines. the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying flowers, and the soft, mournful whisper of forgotten secrets echoes through the mist shrouded glade. the figure's face is obscured by a hood of tattered silk, its features hidden behind a veil of sorrow. yet, its long, flowing cloak seems to be infused with the dark magic that permeates the forest, as if it has been woven from the very shadows themselves. a delicate, crystal spire rises like a skeletal finger from the earth behind the figure, casting an otherworldly glow across the scene that seems to draw the viewer deeper into the heart of the forest's despairing beauty. the atmosphere is one of forlorn longing, as if the figure is yearning for a forgotten love or lost innocence, its very presence a poignant reminder of the transience and fragility of life., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:0>