Mysterious Woman

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Prompt

A tall, willowy woman carries herself with an air of quiet mystery, her posture elegant yet unreadable. A broad, round face with wide cheeks and a warm expression, giving an air of approachability. A piercing, ice-blue gaze, cutting through people as if stripping them down to their core. Loose, wavy locks that always look effortlessly windswept, as if she just stepped out of a dream. A fitted black bodysuit, high-necked and sleeveless, its sleek material designed for movement and efficiency. A tiny silver key hanging from a chain, always tucked beneath her shirt. Tilts her chin up slightly when confronted, never letting herself be looked down upon. Jagged cliffs loom over a restless sea, where waves crash violently against the rocks, sending bursts of sea spray into the salted air. The wind howls, tugging at clothing and tousling hair with unseen hands. The cliff’s edge is uneven, crumbling in places, a treacherous warning to any who dare venture too close. Far below, the ocean churns, dark and endless, its surface breaking only for the occasional flash of something moving beneath the waves. A lighthouse stands in the distance, its rusted metal staircase spiraling upward, the beacon above flickering as if unsure whether to guide lost souls—or signal something far worse. The distant sound of creaking metal hints that the storm is not yet done tearing at the world.