진홍색 수도복을 입고 은 성배를 들고 있는 수녀

Inside the dimly lit chapel, a nun stands before the flickering candles, her presence both reverent and unnervingly magnetic. Her flowing black and deep crimson habit clings elegantly to her form, adorned with intricate lace and faintly shimmering crosses. Her pale face is framed by a dark veil, and her piercing, storm-gray eyes seem to peer into the soul. Around her neck, a rosary of obsidian beads gleams faintly, and in her delicate hands, she clutches an ornate silver chalice that seems to emit a faint, crimson glow. The shadows of the chapel stretch unnaturally around her, as if drawn to her presence, and the faint scent of incense mingles with something darker, more forbidden. Despite her serene demeanor, an air of danger lingers, as though her prayers could summon salvation or damnation with equal fervor.