fo,In the attic of an old mansion during a torrential downpour, a girl kneels before a shattered dressing mirror, her pink chiffon skirt trailing in the sewage stained with mud. She repeatedly scrapes her arm with sharp porcelain shards, black viscous liquid oozing from the wounds. On the damp walls, countless handprints fade to dark, seemingly closing in on her. As she suddenly turns her head, her lips are an eerie purplish-black, her swollen tongue hanging from her chin, and the veins on her neck protrude as if squeezed by an invisible rope. Amidst the spider-web-**** white hair hanging above her head, an infant onesie is entangled, swaying in the howling wind.
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ng_deepnegative_v1_75t,(badhandv4:1.2),EasyNegative,(worst quality:2),,nsfw
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