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Documentary photograph shot from a distance with a telephoto lens, a middle-aged woman with wild gray-streaked hair falling in tangled strands around her face and shoulders standing in a foggy field outside a derelict Soviet factory, the building's broken windows and rusted corrugated roof visible through the white-gray fog behind her. A crown of small animal skulls — birds and rodents — wired together with copper wire sits on her head, the skulls clattering against each other as she moves, feathers still attached to some of them, one small bird skull resting above her right eye with its beak pointing downward. She wears a torn canvas greatcoat that hangs open to her knees, her chest and stomach exposed and replaced by a complex mechanical assembly of brass plates riveted together with chrome pipes running between them, a small steam engine visible in her upper chest cavity with a copper flywheel slowly turning, rubber hoses connecting the assembly to what remains of her flesh at the edges where skin meets metal with crude black stitching. Thin white steam rises from a vent near her collarbone, dissipating into the cold fog in a twisting plume. She plants a long iron spear on the ground beside her, both hands resting on the shaft at waist height, the spearhead a rusted blade shape stained dark brown with old dried blood that has run down the iron shaft in streaks, her hands dirty with grime and engine oil. Her expression is mournful pride — eyes looking upward toward the gray sky, lips pressed together and slightly trembling, a tear mixed with dirt and black oil running down her right cheek through the grime, her jaw trembling almost imperceptibly. Natural available light from the overcast sky creates soft even illumination with no harsh shadows. Slight motion blur from a slow shutter speed catches the steam rising from her chest as a white smear against the gray fog. Grainy film stock texture from pushed ISO 1600 film covers the entire image with visible organic grain. Telephoto compression flattens the distance between her and the factory, making the ruined structure loom close behind her. Concentric bokeh circles from out-of-focus fog particles blur the background. A private moment of grief captured without her knowledge — a warrior standing alone in the fog, the steam engine in her chest ticking and hissing, carrying the weight of every battle she has survived.