In the heart of a forest filled with lifeless, twisted trees, a woman in a crimson outfit stands out against the monochrome landscape, her presence both seductive and foreboding. Her skin glows softly with a warm, bronze tone, and the red silk gown she wears clings to her body like a second skin, the fabric pooling around her feet in restless folds. The plunging neckline reveals the swell of her chest, while thin straps snake over her shoulders and disappear beneath the fabric. Barefoot, her long legs glide smoothly over cracked, dry roots as if she floats above the earth. Her hair, dark as midnight, spills over her shoulders in disheveled waves, with thorny branches tangled among the strands. Her green eyes shine with an unnatural brightness, as though they see beyond the forest into another realm. Around her wrists are thorny bracelets that seem to dig into her skin without drawing blood. A dead crow hangs from one of the branches nearby, and she brushes its wing with the tip of her finger, bringing it back to life for a fleeting moment before letting it fall lifelessly again. The air smells of decay, but her scent—heady and intoxicating—cuts through it like a forbidden dream.