She walks barefoot, the wet stone hissing beneath each step as roots bloom in her footprints. Her face is unearthly perfection — unblemished, serene, softly glowing with warmth. But from her collar down, Nurgle sings through her body: her neck is split by undulating gills that secrete bioluminescent ichor. Her breastplate heaves gently, fused to her skin by worm-choked seams. One arm ends in an elegant hand, fingers tipped with clear fungal claws; the other is a translucent sac of fluid and shifting worms, glowing with internal light. A fat fly lands on her lip — she smiles, undisturbed. From her back, living vines cascade like hair, knotting into a halo of rot. (tags: fungal priestess, perfect beauty meets moving horror, photoreal body horror, moist biotexture, serene corruption)
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