goldwork style, metallic embroidery, luxurious, detailed, patterned here's my new image generation prompt: the twilight sea crashes against the weathered shores of a forgotten isle, where ancient ruins pierce the misty veil like skeletal fingers. a lone figure stands at the water's edge, their hood thrown back to reveal a face etched with lines of time and secrets. they hold a worn, ornate compass in one hand, its needle twitching as if drawn to hidden energies beneath the surface. in the other, they grasp a delicate vial filled with swirling iridescent mist, its contents glowing softly in harmony with the dying sun. the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten knowledge, as if the very land itself holds secrets waiting to be unearthed by the stranger's presence. in the distance, the silhouettes of winged creatures    half bird, half shadow    patrol the skies, their ethereal calls echoing across the water like whispers from another realm.