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character: azula 1girl, solo, azula, lying on back, on bed, pale blue skin, transforming, body beginning to transform, barely pointed ears, pointed ears, surprised dead expression, wide-eyed, blank stare, sheer red babydoll, translucent nightgown, red lingerie, barefoot, bare legs, black hair, long hair, loose hair, yellow eyes, moonlit bedroom, night, from above, foreshortening, dutch angle, looking at own hand, parted lips, half-closed eyes, cool blue palette, deep shadows, 8k, highly detailed From above, in a steep three-quarter view tilted a few degrees off level, she lies on her back across a wide bed in a moonlit bedroom, her body running diagonally from the lower left of the frame to the upper right, head nearest the camera at the top and her bare feet small and distant at the bottom, so the whole length of her is read in foreshortening. Her black hair is loose, unbound, fanned and tangled across the pale pillow in damp strands, one lock laid over her cheek; no crown, no topknot, nothing binding it. Her face is turned three-quarters up toward the lens but her eyes are not on it: wide, dry yellow irises fixed past her own raised hand, lids barely blinking, mouth slightly parted without tension, brows flat and slack. That dead surprise holds while her body quietly contradicts it: the skin of her face, throat, arms and bared legs has gone an even pale blue, cold as skimmed milk, and the tips of her ears have begun to lengthen into shallow points, visible through the loose hair at her temples. She wears a sheer red babydoll, thin and translucent, its straps slipped to the very edge of her shoulders, the red cloth flattened and creased under her back and pulled across her hips, the fabric so thin that the blue of her skin and the darker shadow of her shape read through it wherever the moonlight crosses. Her right arm is lifted from the mattress, elbow bent, hand held up between her face and the window, fingers half curled as she stares at the blue back of it; her left arm lies slack along the bed, palm turned up, fingers loose. Both feet are bare, one ankle crossed lightly over the other near the foot of the bed, heels sunk into the sheet, toes relaxed. The sheet beneath her is compressed in a wide hollow around her hips and shoulders, and the pillow dents where her head has settled. The only light is the moon through the tall window at the left of the bed: a cold white shaft rakes across the mattress and lies over the raised edge of her hand, her cheekbone, the points of her ears and the ridge of the sheet, while the rest of the room — carved bedposts, a dark wooden screen, the curtain's edge — falls into deep blue-black. Where the moon crosses the sheer red cloth, it turns the fabric a lit rose and throws a faint red cast onto the blue skin beneath; everything outside the shaft is shadow. Palette held to cold blue, black and one red sheer, nothing else admitted. Air still, curtain unmoving, the room silent around her. Quiet dread.

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