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- I'm always the victim
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Tired psycho girl
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Tired psycho girl
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1girl, solo, dark theme, gothic, pale skin, long black hair, messy hair, hair over one eye, heavy-lidded eyes, half-closed eyes, tired eyes, dark under-eye bags, dull grey eyes, looking down, head lowered, sitting, sitting on floor, hugging own knees, knees up, arms wrapped around legs, hunched forward, small frame, oversized tattered white dress, thin straps, bare feet, bare arms, bandaged forearm, bandage, no shoes, empty ears, hair unadorned, bare throat, no necklace, no jewelry, from above, high angle, close-up, dutch angle, tilted framing, dim room, single dim overhead bulb, harsh chiaroscuro, deep shadows, cold blue-grey palette, desaturated, dust motes, cracked concrete floor, scuffed wall, long vertical cast shadow, low-key lighting, oppressive atmosphere, melancholic, quiet dread,
seen from above and slightly to one side, camera tilted a few degrees off level so the vertical world leans — a thin girl folded small on a bare concrete floor, knees drawn up against her chest, both arms wrapped around her shins and her hands clasped at the far side of her ankles, heels flat, her whole weight sunk onto her tailbone and the backs of her thighs. her head is bowed forward so the crown faces the lens and the long black hair falls in a loose curtain across her brow, most of it sliding over the left side of her face and hiding that eye entirely; only the right eye shows beneath the strands, half-lidded and looking down past her knees at the floor a foot in front of her toes, not at the viewer. her mouth is a flat, closed line; a slow breath has just left it. the oversized white dress is thin and worn at the hem, one strap slipping off the bony point of her right shoulder, the fabric creasing into deep folds across her lap and pooling on the concrete where it meets the floor. the whole room is sunk in darkness except for a single bare bulb high above and slightly behind her: it strikes the top of her head, the ridge of her shoulders and the tops of her knees, glazing the crown of her hair, while her face, her chest and the space under her chin stay in shadow; the light throws her shadow out long and thin along the floor away from her feet, and the floor around its edge is absolute black. palette: cold blue-grey, the flat white of the dress, the near-black of her hair, skin gone chalky under the lamp, nothing warm anywhere. the light is the only source; beyond its pool the room vanishes. quiet dread.
Nezuko
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