In the dimly lit, cyclopean town of Carcosa, where the moon dipped into the hori

In the dimly lit, cyclopean town of Carcosa, where the moon dipped into the horizon like a spectral scythe, there stood an ancient, crumbling mausoleum. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and forgotten memories. Within its musty walls, a lone figure, cloaked in tattered black, wandered aimlessly, as if drawn by some macabre siren's call. Her name was Aria, a fragile soul with eyes that shone like lanterns in a midnight fog. She had come to Carcosa seeking solace in the madness that haunted her every waking moment.

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits