In a dimly lit chamber, a 25-year-old woman sits amidst grand gravestones and crumbling monuments, her dark dress blending with the shadows as she cradles a skull in her lap, her two hands, adorned with intricate rings, delicately grasping the skull's edges. Rose petals and fresh roses surround her, their beauty starkly juxtaposed against the macabre scene. Candles flicker, casting eerie silhouettes on the walls. The woman's black veil of sorrow shrouds her face, while an insidious smile plays upon her lips, betraying a wicked intent.

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