A beautiful fallen angel stands tall and graceful in a grand throne room, her posture exuding both power and elegance. Her large, majestic bird-like wings, in deep violet and black, extend proudly behind her, now fully healed and magnificent. Her signature purple gown flows elegantly over her body, the once-torn fabric now restored but still carrying a touch of ethereal wear, as if it’s been through ages of struggle. The bodice hugs her curvaceous form, accentuating her figure, with shimmering celestial patterns glowing softly in lavender. Her eyes, filled with wisdom and sorrow, gaze forward with confidence, her flawless pale skin glowing faintly in the mystical purple light of the throne room. Her long, dark hair is now smoothed, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of shadows. She stands barefoot, her wings slightly unfurled, as she radiates both regality and divine grace, the grandeur of the throne room amplifying her powerful presence. The entire scene is bathed in a soft violet glow, giving it a mystical and commanding atmosphere, befitting her celestial yet fallen nature.
