fflix_shards,A spectral woman with skin like a mosaic of alabaster shards, each piece reflecting the somber twilight. She stands solemnly in an ancient crystal garden, where jagged crystal leaves capture the waning light of a setting sun at 1.2 intensity, casting ethereal glimmers. The garden, under the embrace of the dimming sun, creates a dynamic interplay of light and shadow. Her long hair, caressed by a gentle, murmuring breeze, moves like a translucent veil. This crystal garden, isolated from the world's hustle, is enveloped in silence, filled only with the subtle rustle of crystalline foliage and the faint scent of past splendor. Surrounding her, the space seems to hold its breath, reflecting the final traces of fading light amidst the slowly encroaching shadows.
