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stylized portrait of a woman with red hair styled in loose waves. She is wearing dramatic makeup that includes dark eye shadow, bold eyeliner, and nude lipstick. Her eyes are looking off to the side with a thoughtful expression. She's dressed in a black, off-the-shoulder top and adorned with what appears to be lace or intricate detailing on her chest area. The background is dark red with a pattern that might be stained glass or a similar design. On the left side of the image, there's a decorative skull wearing a red rose in its hair, adding an element of gothic aesthetic to the artwork. The overall style of the image seems to blend elements of fantasy and gothic with realism. In the dimly lit, mysterious tavern, a lone patron sat huddled over a candle-lit table, her gaze drifting into the flames as if lost in thought. Her name was Ravenna, a woman shrouded in whispers and speculation among the townspeople.
Ravenna's fiery locks cascaded down her back like autumn leaves, their loose waves a stark contrast to the stern lines of her black, off-the-shoulder top. The intricate detailing on her chest area seemed to shimmer under the candlelight, as if woven from moonbeams and stardust.
Her dramatic makeup was bold enough to rival the night sky itself: dark eye shadow like the shadows that crept into every soul's heart, eyeliner bold as a promise, and nude lipstick as soft as winter's kiss. But it was her eyes that captivated the onlooker – gazing off into the distance, they seemed to hold secrets and stories whispered by the wind.
As Ravenna sipped from a flask of crimson liquid, her eyes locked onto a peculiar figure perched on the stool beside her. The skull, adorned with a red rose in its hair, wore an air of quiet elegance that belied its macabre nature. Its empty sockets seemed to hold the weight of untold tales and the whispers of the dead.
The tavern's patrons whispered among themselves as Ravenna chatted idly with the skull, their conversation dancing between the realms of fantasy and reality like fireflies in a moonlit night. The stained glass pattern on the wall behind her shimmered like stained glass windows, casting an otherworldly glow over the scene.
Some said that Ravenna was no ordinary woman – that she possessed a secret power, born from the whispers of the dead themselves. Others claimed she was cursed, doomed to roam this world as a ghost in the flesh. But one thing was certain: when Ravenna walked into the shadows, darkness followed with an inevitability that sent shivers down even the bravest souls.
As the night wore on and the candle wax melted like tears of sorrow, Ravenna vanished into the night, leaving behind only whispers and the faint scent of roses in her wake. The skull remained, a silent guardian of secrets lost to time – its empty sockets gazing out into the night, searching for the next whisper, the next tale to share with the living.
And so, the story went, Ravenna roamed the land, leaving behind a trail of mystery and magic that echoed through the ages like a haunting melody.