leaving only the echo of an unfinished melody behind FLUX flux-1.1-pro prompts

6 months ago

Graceful and deadly, she moves like a whisper of moonlight through the abyss. Her long, obsidian hair flows behind her like a river of liquid night, streaked with phantom blue as ethereal blades orbit her with predatory intent. Her body, adorned in form-fitting silks laced with shadowed embroidery, shifts with every motion, half-glimpsed like an illusion. Her touch is intoxicating—each movement both a dance and a death sentence. Her voice is soft, an invitation into the unknown, her smile the last thing her enemies see before vanishing into oblivion. As she twirls, razor-sharp energy ribbons carve through the air, severing both flesh and fate alike, leaving only the echo of an unfinished melody behind.