analogstyle,　A grainy, , cracked and faded with age, captures a solemn procession through a desolate wasteland. A young woman with platinum blonde hair, her face a mask of serene determination, sits astride a hulking, mutated beast. Its flesh, a patchwork of scar tissue and bone, ripples with unnatural movement as it lumbers across the barren landscape. She is clad in tattered white robes, a symbol of faith amidst the chaos, clutching a weathered staff adorned with a single, glowing crystal. The sky above is a swirling vortex of storm clouds, casting jagged shadows across the skeletal remains of long-dead creatures scattered across the ground. The wind whips her hair and robes around her, a stark testament to the harsh realities of this unforgiving world.