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Dexters_Lab_Dexters_Mom, epic fantasy digital painting in the style of Greg Rutkowski, clothed, she is walking a half-step toward the light, a pale mint cloak cut from the blouse color moving off one shoulder, on a misted cloister walk of Irish stone that fits her descent and her need for a swept path, columns receding, wet paving, a broken wellhead, god rays at the far arch, no throne, no logos, no lettering. Hands clear, one yellow glove slightly lifted by the cloak edge, the other hanging, green pumps mid-step, both feet still named once as the trailing foot and the reaching foot. A laugh stopped in the cheeks, mouth closed, no tongue, no wink, both eyes open, gaze off-frame. She is one tall woman of Irish descent with a visible fair-skinned Caucasian face, inherent fair skin fair under the haze, bright red slightly curled bob with wind in it, not being touched, large doe-shaped eyes with long eyelashes, red lipstick, pearl earrings, curvaceous pear-shaped build, large bust, narrow waist, wide hips, prominently large buttocks, slender arms, shapely legs, small feet. Opaque fantasy-cut kit: mint blouse, white apron panel, dark green tight pants, yellow gloves, green heels, cloak still on. Volumetric god rays, deep shadow between columns, saturated fantasy color. Style lock once: Greg Rutkowski digital painting, clothed, card kit, mist and rays. Anatomy once: one head, two arms, two hands with five fingers, two legs, two feet. The stopped laugh is only in the cheeks, and the cloak keeps the card’s mint against the gray walk. The cloister walk recedes in wet stone, columns soft in mist, the broken wellhead a dark cylinder, god rays at the far arch pulling the half-step. Mint cloak moves off the shoulder but stays on, blouse and apron opaque beneath, dark green pants in mid-stride, yellow gloves empty. The laugh stopped in the cheeks does not open the mouth, lipstick closed, both doe eyes open, gaze off-frame past the arch. Fair Irish-descended skin stays fair in the ray. Red bob streams a little with the step, highlight chips of paint in the hair, no hand touching it. Pearl earrings tick. Green pumps, trailing foot and reaching foot, small and matched. No throne, no lettering on the columns. Saturated fantasy color in the cloak against gray vapor, deep shadow between the piers, Rutkowski glaze and atmospheric depth, clothed, card kit, one woman.