 zavy-flrscnc,A wisp of a girl, her skin like polished silver, shimmering with an otherworldly aurora. She stands in a desert bathed in the glow of a dying star, her form translucent and ephemeral. Constellations dance across her skin, tracing stories whispered on the wind (wind:1.2). Around her, a swirling vortex of iridescent dust and stardust, a nebula of her own making, whispers secrets only she can hear. Her dress, a cascade of shimmering light, flows like liquid moonlight, trailing behind her like a forgotten dream. She is a phantom of beauty, a fleeting whisper of magic, lost in the vast expanse of the cosmos. (particle:1.5, fluorescent storm:1.5)