In the quiet solitude of a secluded cottage nestled deep within the shadowed woo

In the quiet solitude of a secluded cottage nestled deep within the shadowed woods, a back view of a young girl with short, curly white hair stands before a crackling hearth. Dressed in a black medieval gown adorned with intricate silver embroidery that glimmers faintly in the firelight, The kitchen around her is quaint yet filled with an air of ancient mystique. Shadows dance along the stone walls, casting elongated silhouettes of herbs and potions hanging from the rafters. The aroma of simmering herbs and spices blends with the faint scent of arcane ingredients, hinting at her proficiency in both culinary arts and alchemy. Outside the cottage, the forest murmurs with secrets, its towering trees cloaked in the eerie hues of twilight. The girl's task is not merely to prepare a meal but to craft a potion of protection or brew a remedy against the dark enchantments that threaten the realm. Each ingredient she adds is chosen with precision, each stir infused with a touch of magic passed down through generations. As she works, her thoughts drift to the tales whispered by elders—a prophecy yet to unfold, a destiny entwined with the ancient powers that pulse beneath the surface of the world. Her journey, though solitary, is imbued with purpose and determination, for within her lies the potential to tip the balance between light and shadow in this realm of medieval dark fantasy.

(worst quality, low quality:1.4), bad hands, bad fingers, deformed hands, deformed fingers, fewer digits