The girl in the window

I take one final look in the mirror. I don’t recognize the person looking back at me.  “Who are you?” I ask her, but she doesn’t answer.  She looks like the older, prettier, more sophisticated sister that I don’t have. <lora:Ink Poet:1.0> <lora:Akimora:1.0> <lora:Flux Hyperreal:1.0> Colored ink, detailed, ...

<lora:Ink Poet:1.0> <lora:Akimora:1.0> <lora:Flux Hyperreal:1.0> A woman in elegant attire stands in front of a mirror, gazing at her reflection with a mix of curiosity and unease, surrounded by soft, warm lighting, with intricate, sharp lines and vibrant, colored ink textures, reminiscent of the styles ...