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MK_Sindel is painted again in the Greg Rutkowski manner, a second place in her world: a misted cliff terrace of old Edenia, stone rail broken, the drop full of cloud, a hall mouth behind her leaking warm light, god rays sliding through the mist, no throne, no logos, no lettering. She is an adult Edenian woman, pale light skin under the haze, visible face, lean athletic build, hair past the waist white to silver-gray with the black streak from the hairline, wind in it, untouched, pale or fully white eyes, dark eye makeup, purple lipstick, mouth closed or softly parted. Kit is opaque fantasy-cut of the card: black-and-purple bodice, plunging neckline, high-cut hips, long gloves, thigh-high boots with purple trim, and a cloak moving. Pose: walking a half-step toward the light, coat or cloak moving, near hand hanging, far hand clear of the face, both feet in the step, the front foot just taking weight. Face: severe, both eyes open. Gaze: through lowered lids. Anatomy once: one head, two arms, two hands with five fingers, two legs, two feet. Light is volumetric god rays, deep shadow, saturated fantasy color, the ray ahead of her so the cloak edge burns purple and the hair rim goes silver. Style lock once: Greg Rutkowski digital painting, clothed, card kit, mist and rays. The terrace stones are wet, the rail a broken horizontal, the hall mouth a dark rectangle with one warm interior glow, no writing on the stone. Severe face, lids lowered, both eyes still open, no wink, no tongue. Hands do not enter the hair. The black streak cuts the moving hair. Pale skin unchanged. The half-step and the moving cloak are the action, the queen walking into the ray. Mist piles at the cliff so the drop is only a pale field. Saturated purple in the cloak and bodice is the strongest color against gray stone and gold ray. Deep shadow sits in the hall mouth and under the broken rail. Boot soles meet wet stone, purple trim a thin accent. Gloves hang with five fingers relaxed. The painterly edge softens the far cloud and keeps the face and the leading boot sharper. No second figure, no crest, no lettering. Bearing is severe, the road still in the set of the jaw, the cloak the only softness. The shattered gallery has three standing piers and one fallen, the rose window a broken circle of colored glass that throws the ray without forming a picture or a word. She is planted under that ray, chest lifted in the breath-hold, both hands at her sides clear of the face and the hair, both feet set on wet stone. Tired after the road shows in the quiet mouth and the lowered lids, both eyes still open, pale, dark makeup intact, purple lipstick muted. Opaque bodice, gloves, and boots stay the card kit, purple trim catching the ray. Deep shadow behind the nearest pier. Saturated color in the glass and the bodice. Mist at the floor. No seat, no throne, no lettering in the glass. Anatomy remains one head, two arms, two hands, two legs, two feet. The painting holds the breath, the tired face, and the empty hands.