

mid-shot of mors femina,her face a featureless mask of dripping black liquid. her raised scythe carves a purple arc through the air. the atmosphere is thick with dark violet static and flying bone dust. shadows are clinging to her limbs like leeches,merging with her obsidian form. style of zdzisław beksiński meets giger,heavy grain,moody,oppressive,surreal horror,masterpiece.