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A tall gaunt humanoid figure standing motionless at the far end of a long dark suburban street at night, barely visible under a single dying streetlight. It wears the shape of a person but stretched wrong: torso too long, arms hanging past the knees, head tilted at a slow unnatural angle. Its face is pale and smooth, and dominated by a wide, wide grin that stretches from ear to ear, lips pulled back over too many teeth, gums dark and wet, the smile clearly not attached to any emotion behind the eyes. The eyes are small, black, and staring directly at the camera. The skin around the mouth is cracked and torn at the corners from how wide the grin is stretched, thin trails of dark fluid running down the chin. It stands with one foot slightly forward, weight shifted, as if about to start walking toward the camera and has simply paused. The street is empty, lawns dark, house windows all unlit except one distant porch light flickering. A thin layer of ground fog creeps across the asphalt. Shot from across the street at chest height with a 135 mm telephoto lens, compressing the distance so the figure feels closer than it is, shallow depth of field, the background houses softly blurred. Cold sodium-vapor streetlight from above casting a sickly orange pool around the creature, everything outside that pool falling into deep black. Palette of black, sodium orange, pale grey skin. Heavy restrained grain like a surveillance still. No other figures visible. No movement. Just the smile.