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Ciri on horseback, fleeing through a moonlit ancient forest. Her white hair whips in the wind, face tense, glowing green eyes reflecting fear. Her mare gallops wildly, hooves kicking up mud and autumn leaves. Behind her: elven riders on silver-armored horses, glowing arrows nocked in bows, their faces cold and merciless. Gnarled trees with twisted branches claw at the sky, fog blankets the forest floor. Style: Dark fantasy realism, cinematic motion blur, muted blues and silvers with accents of fiery orange from elven magic. Mood: Desperation, primal chase, survival against all odds.

Ciri on horseback, fleeing through a moonlit ancient forest. Her white

Ciri on horseback, fleeing through a moonlit ancient forest. Her white hair whips in the wind, face tense, glowing green eyes reflecting fear. Her mare gallops wildly, hooves kicking up mud and autumn leaves. Behind her: elven riders on silver-armored horses, glowing arrows nocked in bows, their faces cold and merciless. Gnarled trees with twisted branches claw at the sky, fog blankets the forest floor. Style: Dark fantasy realism, cinematic motion blur, muted blues and silvers with accents of fiery orange from elven magic. Mood: Desperation, primal chase, survival against all odds.