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A close-up portrait photograph shot on Cinestill 50D with an 85mm lens at f/1.8, soft diffused window light, a woman's face filling the frame from her forehead to just below her chin, shallow depth of field melting a warm blurred background of wood tones and soft fabric. She has light skin, medium-length wavy brown hair pulled loosely back with loose strands falling across her cheeks and forehead, long dark lashes framing wide-open eyes, her pupils dilated and locked directly on the viewer, her eyebrows raised high in a jolt of manic excitement, a thin black choker at her neck, and a black top. Her mouth is held open extremely gaped and wide by four mechanical hooks: four incredibly slim machine serpents, each as thin as a finger and built from a woven carbon-fiber shell with the tiny checkered twill weave visible along every length, segmented angular plates tapering to each tip, thin ice-blue LED status lines tracing the seams between the plates, enter the frame from the left, right, and both lower corners outside the edges of her face, their slender armored lengths curving around the outside of her cheeks and jaw before reaching her mouth, each slim rigid tip curling and hooking around the outer edge of her lips — one at each corner of her mouth, one along her upper lip, one along her lower lip — the four machine hooks pulling outward in opposing directions and stretching her lips open extremely wide, her cheeks pulled taut from the stretch. Through the gaping opening of her stretched mouth, more than twenty incredibly thin mechanical tentacles pour inside her: a dense squirming bundle of pencil-thin carbon-fiber machine serpents, each strand as slender as a shoelace and threaded with miniature titanium trim rings glinting at their joints, their tiny LED light-lines pulsing softly along every coiling length, sliding past her lips in a mass of writhing segmented tendrils, the countless slim armored shafts packing her mouth full as a collective bundle, their combined ice-blue light concentrating at her stretched lips and spilling cool blue speckle across her philtrum and chin, coiling over and under one another as they delve deep into her throat, a few stray strands curling back out over her lower lip while the bulk of them disappear into the dark widened opening, her teeth just barely visible at the edges of her stretched mouth where the tangled machine mass squeezes through. Her wide excited eyes stare directly forward over the squirming bundle entering her mouth. Soft even light on her flushed skin mixing with the icy blue glow from the LED seams, the dozens of slender machine tentacles carrying crisp specular glints along their titanium joints and polished plate edges, sharp focus on her wide excited eyes, her tautly stretched lips around the writhing bundle of thin machine tendrils, and the four rigid carbon-fiber hooks gripping the outer edges of her mouth, a theatrical surreal horror mood with crisp photographic detail laced with electric blue.