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A full-body view at eye level places the woman in the center of a dimly lit futuristic classroom where ancient wooden desks and holographic display panels coexist. She stands motionless, her exceedingly long silver-gold hair dramatically whipping around her waist and calves in a piercing, invisible wind current. She has a slender 165 cm figure with porcelain skin, a defined 23-inch waist accentuated by a high-collared, backless white qipao with a deep cleavage keyhole, paired with a pleated corset skirt. Her hands, perfectly manicured with icy blue polish, grip tightly to an icicle spear coalescing from freezing blue energy, knuckles whitening from the effort. An ethereal, translucent short cape fans out behind her like crystalline wings, and tiny shards of ice orbit her form. She has cold purple eyes, a serene, emotionless expression, and her posture is perfectly upright and commanding. Holographic data streams and ancient ink scrolls share the background space, illuminated by faint cold blue shafts of light and crimson accent lighting. The atmosphere is chilling, austere, and powerfully imposing, with high contrast cold lighting and floating ice particles.
塵楓
