In the ancient ruins bathed in moonlight, the fox spirit sits quietly on a weathered stone step, her fox ears keenly sensitive in the still night, catching the whispers of the dark. Her tail shines with a silver luster in the moonlight, gently rising and falling with her breath. Her dress is the deep color of night, harmonizing with the mysterious atmosphere of the ruins, with the hem fluttering in the night breeze, outlining her sensual figure. Her gaze is deep and captivating, her red lips slightly parted, as if telling ancient tales. Petals fall quietly around her in the moonlight, and she appears as the goddess guarding these ruins, sensual and dignified.

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