A mysterious figure, clad in a medieval dress, kneels in a moonlit forest. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in a silent cry. Behind her, a headless black knight stands on his steed, a silent sentinel. Her body is adorned with intricate tattoos and piercings, and her hair is a wild tangle of thorns and dreadlocks. A voodoo doll lies at her feet, a silent testament to her dark magic. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the faint glow of unseen spirits.