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A cinematic close-up captures a woman, deep in shadow. Her ancient hood is tattered black fabric stitched with silver filigree. In her gloved fingers, she holds a porcelain mask up to her face —pale and cold, grotesque in its simplicity, shaped like a large demonic skull. The eerie smile shows fangs, its eyes hollow and lifeless, staring into empty space. Cracks run along it like dried riverbeds, while smooth horns stretch up from the mask, past the hood. Sharp slivers of sickly blue glowing light outline the mask’s edge and shine in its eyes. One blue eye is visible through the mask.