celtic cliffs

A sultry druidess clad in flowing, emerald-green tartan and golden brooches poses confidently at the precipice of the Cliffs of Moher, wind-whipped red hair tousled by the Atlantic breeze. Freckles. Her eyes gleam like polished obsidian as she gazes out upon the rugged coastline, her extrem pale skin aglow with a subtle, mystical luminescence.

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