A hauntingly beautiful, pale white dryad with an ethereal, luminescent glow, wanders through the dark, misty swamp at night, its hair a tapestry of glowing, iridescent mycelium, swaying gently in the faint breeze, as it navigates through the twisted, gnarled, and dying trees, their branches heavy with the weight of Spanish moss, which hangs like a veil of sorrow, the atmosphere thick with an otherworldly energy, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, the lighting a masterful blend of soft, moonlit hues and flashes of intense, electric blue, as if the very fabric of the swamp was alive and pulsing with an ancient, mystical power, the overall mood a masterful balance of foreboding and enchantment, captured in stunning, photorealistic, high-dynamic-range detail.
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