**Description for the generator, ** A girl with anthracite dreadlocks decorated with clay beads * * aggressively clung to a rusty cross* * in the cemetery. Her black-fingernailed fingers * * scratch the metal**, leaving furrows in the rust. His lips are drawn back in a **mad snarl**, baring fangs with drops of glistening red liquid. His eyes are green, his pupils dilated, and there's a fresh scratch on his forehead from a spiked tiara that's been torn off to one side. She * * presses herself against the cross**, the priestess ' golden veil falling away to reveal the thorn tattoos on her neck. In her left hand is a dagger with a blade **stained with the same substance** as her fingernails. Smoke **curls around her, taking the form of ravens, and moss * * stirs under her feet, exposing her bones. Moonlight hits through the mist, emphasizing the dynamic of the pose, shoulders tense, head thrown back as if she's whispering a curse. Her shadow, falling on the cross, * * pulsates* * as if alive.
**Description for the generator, ** A girl with anthracite dreadlocks decorated with clay beads * * aggressively clung to a rusty cross* * in the cemetery. Her black-fingernailed fingers * * scratch the metal**, leaving furrows in the rust. His lips are drawn back in a **mad snarl**, baring fangs with drops of glistening red liquid. His eyes are green, his pupils dilated, and there's a fresh scratch on his forehead from a spiked tiara that's been torn off to one side. She * * presses herself against the cross**, the priestess ' golden veil falling away to reveal the thorn tattoos on her neck. In her left hand is a dagger with a blade **stained with the same substance** as her fingernails. Smoke **curls around her, taking the form of ravens, and moss * * stirs under her feet, exposing her bones. Moonlight hits through the mist, emphasizing the dynamic of the pose, shoulders tense, head thrown back as if she's whispering a curse. Her shadow, falling on the cross, * * pulsates* * as if alive.