In the early light of dawn, the kitchen of the small, weather

In the early light of dawn, the kitchen of the small, weather-beaten cottage comes to life with the gentle sounds of kneading dough and the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread. Standing at the wooden table, a young girl with flowing white hair cascading down her back is dressed in a somber black gown, adorned with intricate patterns of silver thread that glint faintly in the soft glow of the hearth fire. Her slender hands, deft and practiced, work the dough with a rhythmic grace, the movements a reflection of years spent honing this ancient craft. The flickering light casts dancing shadows on the rough-hewn stone walls adorned with dried herbs and hanging pots. Outside, beyond the cottage's sturdy oak door, lies a world cloaked in mist and mystery, where ancient forests harbor unseen dangers and whispered legends echo through the ages. Yet within these humble walls, amidst the warmth of the kitchen and the reassuring crackle of the fire, the girl finds solace in the simple rituals of daily life—each loaf of bread a testament to resilience and survival in a realm where darkness and magic intertwine. As she continues her task, a distant howl pierces the morning air, a reminder of the perils lurking beyond the cottage's threshold. But for now, in this quiet sanctuary, she savors the fleeting tranquility of the kitchen, where even in the darkest of times, the aroma of freshly baked bread offers a glimpse of hope and a taste of home in this medieval dark fantasy world

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