Prompt:
In the candlelit depths of a mausoleum-convent, where ancient tombs clawed at the shadows, stood a vision of unsettling divinity—a lich nun. A dark, unholy wimple framed a face of flawless, ghostly pallor, the subtle map of bone beneath translucent, deathly skin hinting at her spectral transformation. Her deep violet eyes burned with the eternal power of undeath, pools reflecting a radiant, pale golden aura that clung to her form, an unsettling halo in the darkened chamber.
Her robes, crafted from blackened silk and enchanted shadowcloth, were a study in contrasts: a tight, form-fitting corset and minimalistic loincloth that showcased the haunting elegance of her slender thighs. The dark miasma of her wimple played against intricate golden embroidery, depicting sacred, yet forbidden, resurrection rites. A high baroque collar flared around her neck, etched with glowing necromantic runes entwined with divine sigils, shimmering like the last light of a dying star.
Ornate chains of gold and sanctified bone draped across her deathly form, each link a whispered prayer or a stifled curse. Relics pulsed with both holy and unholy energies, their conflicting whispers creating an eerie symphony. Her rosary, fashioned from polished bone and luminous celestial crystal, radiated an ethereal light, dangling from a belt of eldritch metal and spectral cloth.
Her gauntleted hands, clawed and layered with ancient divine filigree, wove through the air, summoning wraiths clad in ethereal vestments that coiled around her like veils of twilight. The skeletal remains of long-forgotten nuns knelt in eternal reverence, bound by her will, their hollow sockets glowing with spectral fire.
Cold drafts snaked through the towering stone arches, carrying the murmurs of lost souls. She strode forward with divine authority, a high priestess of both the sacred and the damned, guiding the forsaken towards an eternity of illuminated servitude.
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