a hauntingly beautiful yet grotesque photorealistic portrait of a blonde woman, her porcelain skin streaked with glistening rivulets of fresh blood that drip from her chin and matted hair. A deep, freshly carved pentagram glistens wetly on her forehead, its edges ragged as if etched by frantic fingers. Her eyes are peacefully closed, lashes clumped with dark stains, while her primary mouth curls into a serene, almost beatific smile—a stark contrast to the horrors flanking it. Both cheeks are torn open like grotesque blossoms, revealing gaping secondary mouths lined with jagged, uneven teeth, their lips pulled back in silent screams that seem to vibrate with unseen agony. Her neck and upper chest are a raw, pulsing landscape of exposed muscle and sinew, glistening under the cinematic chiaroscuro lighting that casts dramatic shadows across her ruined flesh. The background is an inky void, swirling with faint, ghostly tendrils of mist, amplifying the macabre elegance of her suffering. Every detail—from the dewdrop sheen on her wounds to the way light catches the uneven edges of her torn skin—is rendered with hyper-realistic precision, making the horror feel unnervingly tangible.

Prompt

a hauntingly beautiful yet grotesque photorealistic portrait of a blonde woman, her porcelain skin streaked with glistening rivulets of fresh blood that drip from her chin and matted hair. A deep, freshly carved pentagram glistens wetly on her forehead, its edges ragged as if etched by frantic fingers. Her eyes are peacefully closed, lashes clumped with dark stains, while her primary mouth curls into a serene, almost beatific smile—a stark contrast to the horrors flanking it. Both cheeks are torn open like grotesque blossoms, revealing gaping secondary mouths lined with jagged, uneven teeth, their lips pulled back in silent screams that seem to vibrate with unseen agony. Her neck and upper chest are a raw, pulsing landscape of exposed muscle and sinew, glistening under the cinematic chiaroscuro lighting that casts dramatic shadows across her ruined flesh. The background is an inky void, swirling with faint, ghostly tendrils of mist, amplifying the macabre elegance of her suffering. Every detail—from the dewdrop sheen on her wounds to the way light catches the uneven edges of her torn skin—is rendered with hyper-realistic precision, making the horror feel unnervingly tangible.

Negative prompt

Use negative words like “blue” to get less blue color

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