needle lace style, stitched, intricate, patterned, delicate a worn, cobblestone street stretches out into darkness, the only light emanating from flickering gas lamps that cast eerie shadows on the walls. amidst this foreboding atmosphere, a 35 year old woman in tattered, victorian era clothing cowers against a nearby wall, her eyes wide with terror as she gazes up at the purple worm's imposing figure looming above her. the worm's body is a deep, rich purple and its scales seem to absorb what little light there is, making it appear almost black in the shadows. its long, sinuous form undulates as it moves, its multiple eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the sound of distant thunder rumbles through the streets, adding to the sense of impending doom that hangs over the scene like a shroud.