Amid crumbling headstones and creeping ivy, she stands an esoteric gothic lady cloaked in shadow and sorrow. Her gown flows like mist over forgotten graves, and in her hands she holds a bouquet of deceased flowers, their faded hues echoing the silence of the dead. The background is a tapestry of decay: distressed textures, splattered stone, and the faint outline of ancient sigils etched into the earth. Her presence is both a lament and a vigil, a spectral guardian of memory and mourning.