borderlands 3 style here is the modified prompt: in the eerie twilight of a forsaken forest, a lone figure with sunken eyes and tangled black hair sits atop a weathered boulder, shrouded in a tattered cloak that seems to absorb the faint luminescence of the fungal growths surrounding it. the air reeks of decay and corruption, as if the very trees themselves are watching her every move with malevolent intent. the whispering wind carries the distant echoes of unseen whispers, threatening to unravel the fragile threads of her sanity. . cel shaded graphics, loot driven, humor filled narrative