Placeholder: Dark, ominous photo of a bruised, crying, scared, young blonde woman kneeling barefoot with her hands behind her head, in front of a towering large horned figure with a cranial facial structure, draped in a black cloak. it is holding a spear and a whip. foggy, desolate environment. a ritual ground with tall obelisks and protruding spears, partially obscured by dense mist. Dark, ominous photo of a bruised, crying, scared, young blonde woman kneeling barefoot with her hands behind her head, in front of a towering large horned figure with a cranial facial structure, draped in a black cloak. it is holding a spear and a whip. foggy, desolate environment. a ritual ground with tall obelisks and protruding spears, partially obscured by dense mist.

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Dark, ominous photo of a bruised, crying, scared, young blonde woman kneeling barefoot with her hands behind her head, in front of a towering large horned figure with a cranial facial structure, draped in a black cloak. it is holding a spear and a whip. foggy, desolate environment. a ritual ground with tall obelisks and protruding spears, partially obscured by dense mist.

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