Prompt:
A cinematic character-introduction oil painting set in a Victorian gothic city at night, thick with fog, gaslight, and rain. The setting is a narrow cobblestone alley in the refugee district known as The Row. Tall stone buildings loom on either side, their windows barred, iron fire escapes dripping with rain. Gas lamps cast warm amber halos through the mist.
At the center stands a winged faerie woman with well form pointed ears, the clear protagonist of the scene. She is slim and pale, with delicate but sharp features with a narrow jaw and luminous, otherworldly golden eyes. Her long hair is slightly disheveled from rain and wind. She wears worn Victorian-era clothing — a long, patched dark brown, almost black, layered coat pulled tightly around her body, scuffed boots splashed with mud.
Beneath the coat, the outline of her wings is barely visible. One wing is partially exposed: large, fragile, and torn, its edges tattered and scarred. The wings are beautiful but damaged — proof of flight denied. She holds the coat closed instinctively, protecting herself from being seen.
Her posture is guarded but defiant. She looks over her shoulder toward the street behind her, alert and cautious, as if expecting pursuit. Her expression carries exhaustion, resilience, and quiet anger — not fear, but resolve.
Around her, the city breathes: steam rises from sewer grates, rain slicks the stone, distant factory whistles echo. In the shadows, other refugee figures linger — horned silhouettes, hunched shapes — watching but keeping distance. Above, human patrol lights glow faintly on iron bridges.
Subtle magic is present but restrained: a faint bioluminescent sheen along the veins of her wings, a soft shimmer in the fog near her skin — barely noticeable, almost imagined.
Color palette: soot blacks, deep blues, muted purples, brass golds, damp stone gray. Lighting is moody and directional, emphasizing texture, rain, fabric, and wings.
Style: cinematic gothic fantasy, Victorian era, gritty textures, painterly realism, rich textures, high detail, emotional atmosphere. The mood is melancholic, tense, and quietly rebellious — the first glimpse of a woman who still carries the sky in a city that has locked it away.
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