A cosmic fantasy illustration of Miranda, ancient goddess of Abysses and Cold — a towering, ageless female deity emerging from a starless void. Her presence radiates brutal power and paranoia. Skin like cracked ice and obsidian, eyes abyss-dark with glacial light. She stands amid spiraling void geometry and frozen cosmic debris, cold mist and shadow folding into her form. The scene feels feared and forgotten, as if she is believed asleep but is awakening. Tone: dark, epic, mythic, terrifying. St

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