Dave Dorman style,no signature, photo-realistic oil painting, dramatic cinematic lighting, rich saturated color, meticulous material detail, polished highlights, painterly texture, btvswil floating a few inches off an abandoned desert highway at night, body upright, both arms thrown wide with palms open. Jet-black hair falling straight around her shoulders and stirring in a slow unnatural current. Corpselike pale skin drawn tight over a gaunt face, dark bluish-black veins branching across her temples, under her eyes, along her jaw and down her neck. Eyes solid black with no whites or irises. Dark reddish-brown cracked lips. Black magic sparking in both open hands, black-green energy crawling over her fingers and dripping off her palms in thin crackling strands. All-black outfit: high-collar black jacket buttoned to the throat, black pants, black boots, the coat hem hanging still above the asphalt. Empty two-lane desert road stretching behind her, cracked pavement, faded yellow center line, dry scrub and dirt shoulders, a rusted roadside fence, distant dark hills under a moonlit overcast sky, a broken streetlamp leaning at the edge of the frame. Medium-full shot, slight low angle so the floating figure and outstretched hands dominate the frame.