Una condesa vampira sostiene su corazón junto a una lápida de piedra

A Gothic countess Dracula stands behind a stone gravestone, her face with blushed cheeks, long fangs dripping crimson liquid, as she gazes upwards into the moonlit night sky, piercing eyes fixed on an unseen entity. Her hands, held forward grasping, hold, her still-pumping heart, an open wound in the middle of her chest where her heart use to be, crimson liquid dripping eerily. In the background, on a Halloween night, bats and ghouls fly amidst a dark, eerie atmosphere, as the countess exudes an aura of mysterious, Gothic elegance.