Deep in the dark forest, where the silence is broken only by the whisper of the wind among the ancient trees, a yokai girl walks. Her figure, like a shadow, moves among the dark silhouettes of the trees, above which rises a bloody moon. The red light of the moon fills the forest with ominous reflections, giving each tree and each shadow an eerie, but mesmerizing shade. The moon seems to be watching the girl, emphasizing her nature with its bloody aura – something ancient and mystical. Her hair, black as the night itself, flutters in the wind, as if trying to merge with the surrounding darkness. The wind plays with her strands, giving the image a lively, almost predatory movement. In the thick darkness, her eyes shine with a blood-red light, like two fires breaking through the darkness. This look is frightening and mesmerizing, it seems to pierce the space, absorbing the power of the night itself. She wears a light black dress that wraps smoothly around her slender figure like a veil of night. Long sleeves, rising in time with her movements, give her image a ghostly grace, as if she is the embodiment of darkness itself, sliding through the forest. The thin fabric of the dress flutters in the wind, merging with the shadows, making her almost indistinguishable in the darkness. Her presence in this forest is like the embodiment of ancient fears and unknown forces. The blood moon illuminating her path enhances the feeling of impending danger and the hidden power that lives in her every move. Everything around is plunged into silence, as if the forest held its breath before her presence.
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