In the ethereal twilight of a moonlit meadow, Morgan stands gracefully upon a moss-covered stone, her exquisite ensemble of shimmering gold silk and emerald green velvet billowing around her like a cloud, while her hair cascades like a waterfall of dark curls around her shoulders. The full moon overhead casts its soft glow upon her face, highlighting the delicate curves of her features as she gazes up at it with an enigmatic expression that hints at unspoken dreams. Her hands are poised delicately before her, adorned with intricate rings that sparkle and catch the light, while a single wildflower clings to her elbow, its petals delicately opening towards the sky. Behind her, the meadow stretches out endlessly, dotted with wildflowers and swaying grasses, while in the distance, the silhouette of an ancient oak tree stands sentinel against the backdrop of the night sky. The scene is bathed in a soft, warm light that casts shadows upon her face, accentuating the delicate curves of her features and the emotional tone of wistful longing and unspoken dreams. <lora:knuuqs18fe0cf88bcp577:1>
