1 month ago event photography, OBtaozhuang Street fashion low angle photo of a 24-year-old Norwegian-Udmurt female enchanting storyteller with a warm and inviting expression. She has Dry skin with fine lines around the eyes and mouth, needing regular moisture. The skin pores and texture are clearly visible and in focus. Her Wide oval eyes, Bright, cobalt blue eyes, framed by long, elegant eyelashes. Her haircut is Retro-inspired short cut with victory rolls and faded sides, haircolor is sickly pink with undertones of brown, resembling the color of spoiled meat. Her eyebrows are Gradient brow shaped, complementing her delicate facial features. Her body is Sleek, athletic triceps with a smooth, firm appearance, small breast, toned abs, Female Bodybuilding style. Her upper body clothing is ultra short crop top in a dark black with hints of purple and blue, reminiscent of stormy skies at twilight while revealing the midriff Her midriff is clearly visible, Her lower body clothing is Tattered mini skirt with ripped fabric and faded colors She is positioned on the left side in the frame by the rule of thirds. Working on a jury-rigged device, goggles pushed up onto her forehead. In the background A world where machines have replaced humans in all aspects of work and leisure. The scene is lighted using Glowing cracks mar the surface of the earth, their eerie light revealing the hidden depths of the underworld lurking just below. the model is lighted with soft natural lighting. in the style of Eclipse Obscura AkiraS 2 100
6 months ago The Bell family's farmhouse exudes a rustic charm, with its simple yet functional furnishings typical of early 19th-century Tennessee. The wooden floorboards creak softly underfoot, their surface worn smooth by years of use. A large hearth dominates one wall, its embers casting a faint orange glow that dances across the room. A sturdy oak table, scarred with knife marks and stains from countless meals, sits at the center, surrounded by mismatched chairs. A woven rug lies askew near the rocking chair, which now stands eerily still. Pewter dishes and earthenware line the shelves of a tall cupboard, their muted shine catching the flicker of candlelight. The faint scent of beeswax mingles with the earthy aroma of the surrounding farmland, creating an atmosphere both homely and unsettling. In the dim light, the Bell Witch emerges, her form both ethereal and unnervingly vivid. Her face is a haunting visage of pale, almost translucent skin stretched tightly over sharp cheekbones. Hollow eyes, glowing faintly with an unnatural light, seem to pierce through the very fabric of reality, locking onto her observer with an intensity that chills the soul. Her lips are thin and cracked, twisted into a faint, mocking smile that hints at her malevolent intent. Wisps of dark, unkempt hair frame her face, moving as if stirred by an invisible breeze. Her tattered garments, a patchwork of shadow and spectral light, shimmer faintly, as though caught between the physical and the otherworldly. As she steps closer, the air grows colder, and the oppressive silence is broken only by the faint sound of her whispered laughter—a sound that seems to echo from every corner of the room. Her presence transforms the farmhouse, turning its rustic charm into a stage for fear and despair, as the Bell Witch stands as a chilling embodiment of the unknown." Amon 1 53
