Seraphina's skin, once luminous like the petals of a rare moonflower, had taken on a paler, almost porcelain complexion, marred by intricate, obsidian patterns that seemed to move and writhe. These markings flowed across her skin like an ever-changing tapestry of darkness, symbolizing her connection to the corrupted forest and the malevolent forces that had ensnared her. The patterns pulsed with sinister energy, shifting in response to her emotions, creating an eerie, hypnotic effect that left onlookers entranced and disturbed.
Her regal attire was a masterpiece of eldritch elegance. A gown of deepest black, adorned with intricate patterns of silver thread, clung to her form like a second skin. The fabric seemed to shift and sway of its own accord, mirroring the undulating movements of the shadows. A sweeping cape of midnight velvet, trimmed with ethereal silver runes, trailed behind her, billowing like the wings of a raven, adding to her majestic presence.
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