Prompt
"An ethereal elven sorceress stands defiantly beneath a storm-wracked twilight sky, her body partially sheathed in tattered, ember-lit ceremonial strips that flutter like dying flames, their crimson-orange glow bleeding into the bruised purple air as lightning fractures the horizon, every strand of her wind-tossed silver hair catching the last embers of dying magic, her eyes blazing with ancient power and unspoken desire, captured in hyper-detailed photorealism with the haunting softness of a Leica Noctilux lens blurring the edges of reality, Canon EOS 5D Mark IV rendering every pore, every thread, every droplet of sweat on her sculpted collarbone with unbearable clarity, anamorphic lens stretching the storm into a cinematic vortex of dread and beauty, film grain whispering like forgotten incantations, studio lighting carving shadows into the hollows of her ribs as if the gods themselves are watching, folk horror atmosphere thick with the scent of burnt sage and ozone, dreamcore surrealism bleeding into the fabric of the scene where her shadow doesn't match her form, 10 seconds of frozen tension before the sky cracks open."
