A statuesque ebony goddess stands sentinel in a moonlit cemetery, her curvaceous silhouette illuminated by an otherworldly glow. Her skin, a canvas of intricate Día de los Muertos body paint, gleams with swirling patterns of phosphorescent blues and purples that dance in the ethereal light. Her face, a haunting sugar skull masterpiece, features delicate filigree designs and vibrant marigold accents around her eyes.
Tombstones shimmer with an eerie iridescence, their weathered surfaces adorned with ghostly projections of past lives. Skeletal trees with glowing veins stretch towards a swirling cosmos, their branches intertwining to form shadowy archways. Candlelit ofrendas float midair, defying gravity as spectral petals cascade from their surfaces.
The woman's hair, an afro constellation of shimmering stars and cosmic dust, forms a halo around her striking features. She wears an elaborate headdress of obsidian butterflies and crystal roses, their facets refracting moonbeams into prismatic rainbows. A diaphanous gown of spiderweb silk and shadow tendrils clings to her curves, merging with the misty ground at her feet.
In her hands, she cradles a pulsating astrolabe that maps the boundary between the living and the dead. The device's gears turn in hypnotic synchronicity with the celestial dance above. Ghostly mariachi music echoes faintly, as if carried on a phantom breeze, while the scent of copal incense and marigolds permeates the air.