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A woman stands in shadow, her eyes wide with cosmic dread, a velvet-winged moth pressed over her mouth. Its wings pulse with shifting fractals, ancient symbols flickering like static. Her silence hums with madness—trippy, dark, and beautiful, as if the moth whispers secrets meant only for the void.
A young woman with striking eyes and intricate markings on her face gazes solemnly. A large, vibrant moth rests against her lips, blending the mystical with the enigmatic. Dark, flowing fabric frames her face.
