The ghostly wisp mother drifts through the darkness, her form ever-shifting and insubstantial like a wisp of smoke. Her appearance is veiled in an opalescent mist, a surreal blend of pale blues and shimmering silvers that seem to refract the feeble moonlight. As she glides through the ethereal realm, her flowing gown of silk fabric billows like an unfurled nebula, adorned with the faintest hints of celestial patterns. Her face is a melancholic visage, etched with timeless sorrow. Her eyes, like two pale, distant stars, gaze out from behind a diaphanous veil, their depths holding the wisdom of ages and the weight of countless memories. Tendrils of her wispy hair, an iridescent cascade of silvery strands, sway gently in an unseen breeze, creating an otherworldly melody as they brush against the void. RAW photo, subject, 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3<lora:honglian18-chill-bra-hen_v2:0.7> (small breasts:1.1), light smile, sfw<lora:more_details:0.5><lora:add_detail:0.3><lora:polyhedron_skinny_all:0.2> (high detailed skin:1.1)<lora:GoodHands-vanilla:1>
