Prompt:
A full-body depiction of a woman in a haunting, surreal style that merges the nightmarish, decayed atmospheres of dystopian dreamscapes with the meticulous, anatomically precise rendering of Renaissance sculpture. She stands centered in the composition, feet planted firmly on cracked, ashen ground (Pantone 7540 C), her posture unnervingly still.
Her hair is extraordinarily long and dyed a vivid, cold pink (Pantone 705 C with lowlight shadows in Pantone 7434 C). It is styled into two thick sets of triple braids, one on each side of her head, the braids hanging heavily forward over her chest like weighted ropes. The braiding is exact and tight, every strand rendered with obsessive precision, yet the sheer length and mass give them a surreal, almost inhuman quality.
Her face is a disquieting contrast between beauty and horror: perfectly proportioned and sculpted, yet painted in disturbing clown makeup in muted, pale tones. A ghostly off-white base (Pantone 7527 C) covers her skin, with desaturated grey-black diamond shapes (Pantone Cool Gray 11 C) stretching from brow to cheek, their edges feathered as if blurred by time and wear. Her lips are a softened, pale metallic crimson (Pantone 7631 C) with reduced saturation, curling into a macabre, unnatural smile—too wide, too knowing. The eyes, shadowed in soft smoke grey (Pantone 431 C), glare straight into the viewer’s gaze, unwavering and penetrating.
She wears a tattered, floor-length gown in muted bone white (Pantone 7527 C), the fabric clinging to her form in some places and hanging in torn, desiccated drapes in others. The dress seems eroded by time, with frayed hems and rents that reveal glimpses of flawless, marble-like skin beneath—rendered with precise anatomical fidelity. Her bare feet rest on fractured stone, toes dusted with the same fine ash that swirls faintly around her.
The background is an oppressive, decaying expanse: a barren wasteland of crumbling structures and twisted, skeletal silhouettes, all swallowed by a miasma of ochre haze (Pantone 7550 C) and bruised storm clouds (Pantone 431 C). The atmosphere feels heavy, airless, and still, the light dim and sickly, casting long, unnatural shadows that stretch toward the viewer.
The overall mood is deeply unsettling—beauty muted into ghostliness, bound in grotesque ceremony, standing in the thin space between reverence and nightmare. Her stillness, combined with the lifelike anatomy and eerie surrealism, makes the image feel as if she could step forward at any moment.
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