In a stormy graveyard shrouded in darkness, a busty gothic beauty waits in the rain. Her flowing black hair and intricate dark attire mirror the sorrow etched on her face, with a single black tear tracing down her cheek. Every night, she returns. Not to summon the dead, but to mourn one of them. Cloaked in silence and adorned in light armor, she wears her grief like a crown. This black tear is not for herself, it’s for someone lost, someone whose memory she keeps alive beneath the relentless storm. The rain conceals her sorrow, but it can never wash it away.
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