Beneath the waves of a moonlit ocean, in the ruins of a forgotten sunken kingdom, a nude warrior-woman with luminous sapphire eyes stands atop the back of a translucent, bioluminescent manta ray that glides effortlessly through the water. Her skin is marked with shifting, glowing runes that pulse like the heartbeat of the deep, whispering lost incantations with each flicker. In one hand, she holds a delicate obsidian chalice, from which a stream of shimmering liquid flows upward, defying gravity as it twists into the shape of a leviathan before dissipating into glowing motes. Below her, the remnants of an ancient palace stretch endlessly, its coral-encrusted spires and broken statues claimed by the abyss. Phantom knights, their armor rusted but their blades impossibly sharp, duel among the ruins, each clash sending out silent shockwaves that ripple through the water like distant echoes of a war long past. A colossal, slumbering sea serpent coils around the remains of a shattered throne, its eyes half-lidded with the weight of centuries, its every breath stirring currents strong enough to topple towers. In the distance, an enormous goldfish the size of a cathedral drifts through the gloom, its pulsating tendrils forming intricate, ever-shifting sigils of an unknown language. As it moves, ghostly figures emerge from its glow—warriors of the deep, their faces hidden behind masks of pearl and bone, moving in perfect harmony like an ethereal ballet. Above, the water splits open like a wound in reality, revealing a vast, star-filled void where an ancient being watches, its countless eyes reflecting constellations no mortal has ever seen. As the warrior-woman takes a sip from her chalice, the ocean itself holds its breath—time stills, bubbles freeze mid-ascent, and the ruins seem to remember their former glory for a fleeting instant. Then, with the deep toll of an unseen bell, the abyss stirs once more, and the battle resumes, endless and eternal., zdnkpp, <lora:zdnkpp-000005:.5>