

mors femina stands as a pillar of oily darkness,her scythe raised high. the blade bleeds a neon-violet glow,illuminating thick,smoky fog that fills the hall. within the smoke,hundreds of ethereal,agonized faces emerge,reaching out before dissolving into her shadow. a thick,spiked chain wraps around her arm and the scythe's hilt. style of zdzisław beksiński,dark surrealism,monochromatic palette with vibrant purple highlights,hyper-detailed textures.