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This image feels less like a portrait and more like a rite in progress. Alissa stands centered in the void, pale hair falling like frost over midnight, her eyes sealed behind an ornate metal reliquary. The mask is not blindness. It is refusal. A deliberate ...

This image feels like a vow spoken in fire. Alissa stands perfectly centered, pale hair falling straight and calm while the world around her coils and burns. The metal filigree mask seals her eyes behind barbed elegance, a crown masquerading as restrain...