In the dim glow of flickering candlelight, an elderly woman stands with her back

In the dim glow of flickering candlelight, an elderly woman stands with her back to the viewer, her posture hunched and frail. Her long, silver hair is unkempt and falls in disarray around her shoulders, contrasting with the darkened, tattered robe she wears. The robe hangs loosely from her thin frame, swaying gently with her every movement. In her gnarled, wrinkled hands, she clutches a black pendant, known as Carlen Clad, with a grip that conveys both reverence and despair. The pendant is intricately designed, its dark surface catching the meager light in a way that highlights its ominous presence. The room around her is shrouded in shadows, with only the faint, wavering light from the candles casting dim patterns on the walls. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding and melancholy as she whispers to herself, "So, your dream will come true?" Her voice is a soft, trembling murmur, tinged with both resignation and dread as she speaks of the world's end."

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