A harpy woman with feathered arms and a human torso sits perched on a windswept cliff at dawn, playing a flute made from bone. Her feathers ruffle in the wind, and her face is etched with sorrow. Below her, a shattered harp lies broken on the rocks, its strings snapped. Her eyes are red from crying, and her breasts are partially exposed beneath her feathered shawl. The sky is a gradient of rose and gold, and the wind carries the distant sound of thunder. <lora:GregRutkowski_v2:0.7> Digital painting, impressionistic brushstrokes.