A powerful sorceress stands at the center of a swirling tornado of autumn leaves, her long, curly brown hair and tattered black robes billowing outward as if blown by an unseen force, amidst the forgotten library's dusty tomes and crumbling stone shelves that stretch toward the vaulted ceiling like withered fingers, the air thick with the musty scent of aged parchment and forgotten knowledge, as she raises her hands to the heavens, her eyes blazing with a fierce inner light, and her fingers weaving intricate patterns that seem to draw the very essence of the autumn storm into the heart of the library, where shelves upon shelves of ancient, leather-bound books seem to lean in, as if to witness the sorceress's wild, elemental magic, and the leaves, a kaleidoscope of amber, gold, and crimson, dance around her, a maddening whirlwind that threatens to consume everything in its path, yet the sorceress stands firm, her magic a beacon of wild, unbridled power that both summons and controls the fury of the autumn storm., A dinkfsn style ink wash painting, <lora:Inkwash-Fusion_v30-000030:1>
