bokeh photoshoot, dreamy, soft focus, blurred background, romantic on the precipice of a foreboding cliff, zhong kui's 28 year old sister stands poised, her raven black hair whipping wildly in the gusty wind. her eyes burn with an otherworldly intensity as she gazes out upon the darkness below, her face a map of ancient scars and mysterious tattoos that seem to shift like shadows in the flickering moonlight. a tattered, crimson cloak billows behind her, its edges torn and frayed, as if it has been ravaged by some unseen force. the air is heavy with the scent of incense and decay, and the very atmosphere seems to vibrate with malevolent energy, as if the cliff itself was alive and watching with cold, calculating eyes.