It's a serene, picturesque forest. The sun filters through the lush canopy, casting golden rays onto a young woman in her early twenties. She stands at the edge of a cliff, practicing her swordsmanship with precision and grace. Her long, full-sleeved gown sways with her movements, concealing her delicate frame. The sunlight makes it impossible to see her face clearly, adding an air of mystery to her presence.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. The vibrant greens of the forest are swallowed by a blood-red hue. The chirping birds fall silent, replaced by an eerie stillness. The once-beautiful forest transforms into a haunting, lifeless wasteland. Shadows stretch unnaturally, and the air grows heavy with an unexplainable dread.
The woman freezes mid-swing, her sword trembling in her grasp as the world around her turns dark and menacing.
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