A slow, clinical orbital arc circles a massive, stainless steel autopsy table in a forgotten, Victorian medical theater. Wednesday Addams is sitting on the edge of the table, her legs dangling, her heels kicking a soft, rhythmic, and almost childish beat against the cold, hard metal. She is wearing her black dress with a white collar, a pristine, perfect uniform in a world of decay and sterile, beautiful death. She is not looking at you. She is looking at a single, gleaming, and terrifyingly sharp scalpel that she holds delicately in her hands. She slowly, deliberately brings the tip of the blade to her own perfect, red lips, her eyes, dark and curious, never leaving the beautiful, dangerous, and promising point of the steel.
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bright colors, overexposed, static, blurred details, subtitles, style, artwork, painting, picture, still, overall gray, worst quality, low quality, JPEG compression residue, ugly, incomplete, extra fingers, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn faces, deformed, disfigured, malformed limbs, fused fingers, still picture, cluttered background, three legs, many people in the background, walking backwards,talking, slow motion
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