Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1. 2), dark A hauntingly beautiful woman stands at the center of a grand, dimly lit masquerade ballroom, her face hidden behind an ornate, silver filigree mask adorned with tiny, gleaming gemstones that seem to absorb the faint, flickering light of the candelabras, her slender fingers grasping the delicate, lace- edged hem of her tattered, black ball gown as she rises onto the toes of her worn, high- heeled shoes, her body language conveying a sense of desperate, soundless screaming, her mouth open in a silent, anguished cry, the tendons in her neck straining with the effort of containing the emotions that threaten to consume her, the air around her distorted, as if the very fabric of reality is warped by her unspoken torment, the masked figures of the other ball- goers swirling around her in a mad, surreal dance, their faces hidden, their eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and cruelty, the walls of the ballroom seeming to close in, the shadows cast by the candelabras twisting into grotesque, living things that writhe across the floor like dark, ethereal serpents. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:0. 8>