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<lora:anima-turbo-lora-v0.2:1>, <lora:anima_base1_MikakoKurokawa:1> , kurokawa_mikako, An image of Mikako Kurokawa. Mikako Kurokawa is a tall young woman with slender physique. She has pale light skin and unkempt black hair tied in a ponytail with a vivid purple beaded scrunchie. She has a tired expression. Mikako is wearing her Hope's Peak uniform which consists of a white short-sleeved dress shirt with side pockets and short light gray necktie and red plaid skirt and white midcalf-length socks and orangish brown shoes. Over her clothes she wears a grayish brown cloak. She also wears a golden cross necklace that sits on her tie and large purple prayer beads as a necklace. Mikako Kurokawa backs away slowly from a large glass partition wall with both hands raised in front of her in a warding gesture fingers splayed and trembling, her body leaning backward at an unbalanced angle suggesting she is moments from turning and fleeing, head shaking slowly from side to side in denial, eyes locked on the view beyond the glass showing an impossibly vast thriving landscape of rolling green hills dotted with colorful wildflowers under a bright blue sky with white clouds a perfect beautiful natural scene that shouldn't exist in this place, expression showing horror and breakdown as tears stream down her pale face cutting tracks through dust and grime accumulated during her time in the conservatory, mouth open in what might be a scream but producing no sound in the oppressive silence, grayish brown cloak tangled around her legs from rapid backward movement threatening to trip her, the landscape beyond the glass extending to infinity showing forests lakes mountains and meadows all rendered in hyperrealistic detail far more vivid and real-seeming than anything else in the conservatory, the extensiveness of the environment triggering megalophobia and psychological breakdown as the sheer scale overwhelms her perception and sense of self, her white dress shirt soaked with sweat creating dark patches under arms and down the back, light gray tie loosened and hanging crooked, red plaid skirt twisted around her waist from movement, one white sock fallen down to her ankle while the other remains up, deep orange-brown loafers scuffing against the stone pathway as she continues backing away, purple prayer beads gripped so tightly in her right hand that the string is stretching dangerously, golden cross necklace swinging wildly with her panicked movements, unkempt black hair completely escaped from purple beaded scrunchie now hanging in chaotic strands around her face and shoulders, the conservatory corridor behind her empty of any other people emphasizing her absolute isolation in experiencing this phenomenon, LED strip lights flickering irregularly creating strobing effect that makes the landscape beyond the glass seem to pulse and breathe, glass surface perfectly clear without any distortion creating the illusion that she could simply step through into the infinite landscape if not for the indestructible barrier, the party music that has been playing continuously now seeming to crescendo matching the intensity of her psychological breakdown, backrooms_(creepypasta), backrooms_(creepypasta)_level_13