charcoal art style. A dazzlingly beautiful witch, but with an evil and disturbing aura. Her skin is pale as the moon, with an unearthly glow that enhances her unnatural beauty. Her eyes are a deep red, hypnotic and filled with a cruel intelligence, as if they can see into the soul of whoever looks into them. Her lips, a deep crimson, curve in a seductive smile, but with a hint of latent danger. Her hair, long and black as night, moves with a life of its own, as if invisible shadows played among its strands. She wears a tight-fitting black velvet dress with gold details, which seems made of liquid darkness, floating subtly with her every movement. In one hand she holds an ancient book bound in human skin, while in the other she conjures a sphere of dark energy with purple and blue lightning that crackles with forbidden power. Behind her, a Gothic throne carved from bone and obsidian rises in the middle of a ruined palace, illuminated by the sickly light of black candles. The atmosphere is oppressive, with shadows twisting around her, whispering in a forgotten language. Dramatic lighting, with a contrast between her ethereal beauty and the cursed darkness that surrounds her.
charcoal art style. A dazzlingly beautiful witch, but with an evil and disturbing aura. Her skin is pale as the moon, with an unearthly glow that enhances her unnatural beauty. Her eyes are a deep red, hypnotic and filled with a cruel intelligence, as if they can see into the soul of whoever looks into them. Her lips, a deep crimson, curve in a seductive smile, but with a hint of latent danger. Her hair, long and black as night, moves with a life of its own, as if invisible shadows played among its strands. She wears a tight-fitting black velvet dress with gold details, which seems made of liquid darkness, floating subtly with her every movement. In one hand she holds an ancient book bound in human skin, while in the other she conjures a sphere of dark energy with purple and blue lightning that crackles with forbidden power. Behind her, a Gothic throne carved from bone and obsidian rises in the middle of a ruined palace, illuminated by the sickly light of black candles. The atmosphere is oppressive, with shadows twisting around her, whispering in a forgotten language. Dramatic lighting, with a contrast between her ethereal beauty and the cursed darkness that surrounds her.