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A stylish anime illustration in the look of a Japanese role-playing video game's menu screens and splash art, in the manner of Persona 5, drawn in sharp black ink outlines with flat cel-shaded colour and hard-edged shadows. It is bold printed graphic design laid over cel animation, drawn rather than photographed: coarse halftone dot screens, jagged torn-paper edges and hard shapes cut at sharp diagonal angles, with the punch of a cut-up magazine collage. This art style draws her at tall adult proportions, the whole figure about seven and a half heads tall, small head on wide shoulders. The whole picture is built from three colours: a hot saturated red, solid ink black and paper white. The background is a field of red covered in a coarse black halftone dot screen, broken by black and white starbursts and long diagonal shards. She sits inside a jagged torn-paper frame of white paper with a thick black inner edge, tilted at a steep angle against the red, as if ripped out of a magazine and pasted down. A flat city rooftop at night. In the foreground stands a boxy grey rooftop vent unit about as high as a bench, with a flat painted lid. Behind it to one side a round water tank stands on steel legs, and past the low wall at the edge of the roof the lit towers of the city rise into the night sky under a big pale moon. The rooftop, the water tank and the city behind her are drawn as flat black silhouettes against the red, and the moon is a flat white disc. The red belongs only to the background, the halftone, the frame and the banner. Her hoodie and her bow keep their own pastel pink, and her hair keeps its own clean white. Lettering: Low on the picture a bold slanted black banner cuts across the frame at a steep angle, and on it, in mismatched ransom-note capitals, each letter cut from a different magazine and pasted on its own small white or red tile, is one word: SHAWY. The word is spelled exactly S H A W Y, five letters. That one word is the only writing in the picture, lettered exactly once, with no word split across lines and no word repeated. Framing: Eye level. The camera is at her eye height, looking straight at her. She sits close to the lens and fills the frame, from her folded knees along the bottom edge to the top of her head high in the frame. shawyvoss is sitting on the lid of the vent unit, wearing an oversized pastel pink hoodie slipping off one shoulder, its hood down behind her neck and its sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and tiny white heart-print shorts, with one single small pink bow pinned at one side of her hair, her eyes narrowed into lazy half-closed crescents, one eyebrow raised higher than the other and her closed lips pulled up at one corner in a smug, self-satisfied smirk. She is alone in the frame, no other people. Pose: She is sitting in a yokozuwari side-sit. She sits on the flat lid of the vent unit, one gloved hand planted flat on the lid beside her hip and her other gloved hand holding a plain white paper coffee cup that stands on the lid in front of her knee. These are her only two hands. Her tail hangs down over the front of the vent unit below her, and a night breeze lifts the loose ends of her hair. Hard flat white light hits her from the front, a hot red rim runs along her far side and the edge of her hair, and every shadow on her clothes is a solid black shape with a hard edge. Her eyes look into the lens.