Amid the skeletal ruins of a once-grand gothic city, a mysterious woman steps out of the mist, her presence at once haunting and captivating. Her porcelain skin is adorned with spectral tattoos—translucent, shifting designs resembling ghostly calligraphy and luminous ink that glows faintly beneath the surface, as if alive. Her eyes hold a distant, hypnotic melancholy, framed by long, raven-dark hair cascading down over silk robes with intricate embroidery echoing motifs of spirits and blossoms. The surrounding cityscape is shrouded in mist: shattered spires and collapsed cathedral arches fading into obscurity, with ornate gargoyles eroded by centuries of silence. The atmosphere is thick with an eerie calm, and the interplay of her glowing tattoos and the soft silver light from the fog blurs the line between the living and spectral realms. She stands as a vision of ghostly beauty and enigmatic strength, a timeless soul lingering in a decayed world.