A ballerina in a tattered white tutu performs on the stage of an abandoned theater, her bare feet tapping softly on the splintered wooden floor. The theater’s red velvet curtains are tattered and faded, hanging in shreds from the stage’s proscenium, and the seats are broken and covered in dust. A single spotlight flickers above the stage, casting a faint glow on the ballerina’s delicate figure, and dust motes dance in the light, catching the faint gold accents on her tutu. A crystal chandelier hangs from the theater’s ceiling, some of its crystals broken and missing, and the sound of wind whistling through the broken windows fills the room. The ballerina’s face is serene, her eyes closed as she spins across the stage, her arms outstretched as if reaching for something just out of reach. <lora:poe_style_v2:0.7> Digital painting, impressionistic brushstrokes.