Visualize a once-powerful goddess now in captivity, her divine radiance dimmed b

Visualize a once-powerful goddess now in captivity, her divine radiance dimmed by her harsh surroundings. She is in a dimly lit, cold stone chamber with iron bars on the windows, and chains are fastened to her wrists and ankles, holding her in place. Her long, flowing hair, which once shimmered with a golden light, is now tangled and dull, cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes, once bright with wisdom and power, are filled with a mix of sorrow and defiance. She is dressed in tattered, rough clothing—a simple, worn-out tunic made of coarse fabric that barely covers her. Her feet are bare, bruised, and dirty from the harsh conditions. Around her neck, an iron collar is locked with a heavy chain, restricting her movement and symbolizing her loss of freedom. Her hands, though bound, still emit a faint glow, a reminder of her divine origins and the powers she once wielded. Despite her circumstances, there is still an aura of resilience around her—a soft, glowing light that flickers as if refusing to be extinguished. Her posture is weary but defiant, as if she is determined to hold onto her dignity and strength even in captivity. Around her, the chamber is dark and foreboding, with rough stone walls and a dirt floor. Shadows loom in the corners, and the air is thick with the scent of dampness and decay. A small, barred window high up on one wall lets in a faint beam of moonlight, casting a narrow light that falls across her face, highlighting her enduring spirit and the silent tears on her cheeks. Even in this dire situation, her divine presence is undeniable—a quiet strength that refuses to be broken, a faint hope that someday she will be free again.