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暁美ほむら・魔法少女まどか☆マギカ
Goldj｜小説『乂阿戦記』連載中
時崎狂三
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暁美ほむら
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character: tokisaki_kurumi, copyright: date_a_live
1girl, solo, from above, overhead shot, bird's-eye view, lying on back, lying, sprawled, injured, bleeding, blood, blood on face, blood pool, sword, impaled, pierced, sword in eye, eye trauma, gore, gothic lolita, black dress, ruffled dress, long hair, black hair, twintails, uneven twintails, one eye closed, single crimson eye, wide-eyed, parted lips, clock, clock face, roman numerals, gears, dark atmosphere, dramatic lighting, chiaroscuro
From directly above in an overhead bird's-eye view, a lone young woman lies sprawled supine across the center of an enormous antique brass and frosted-glass clock face. Her back and shoulders press flat against the central hub between heavy iron clock hands, and her long black hair, tied into uneven twintails with dark fabric ribbons, spills outward in dark serpentine ribbons across the cold glass surface. A straight steel sword is impaled downward through her left eye socket, its blade driven firmly into the clock mechanism beneath her head, casting a sharp, elongated diagonal shadow across her pale features. Dark crimson blood streams heavily from the wound across her temple, soaking into her hair and pooling beneath her head, with ribbons of liquid running along the recessed bevels of the etched brass Roman numerals by capillary action. Her uninjured right eye is wide open and glistening, its bright crimson iris fixed blankly upward toward the lens with a faint, dazed glaze, her pale lips parted in faint exhaled shock. She is dressed in an intricate gothic lolita gown of layered midnight-black ruffles, crimson underskirts, and a tightly laced corset bodice, its lace-trimmed collar damp and stained with fresh dark splatters. Dim, cold overhead illumination catches the polished bevel of the upright blade and the wet surface of the blood, contrasting against deep velvet shadows, aged bronze dials, and the faint mechanical silhouettes of interlocking gears beneath the glass. Macabre dread.
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