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A solitary figure meticulously sews a fraying fabric tear against a vast, empty backdrop, hands and needle in sharp close- up with threads trailing into geometric shadows. Inspired by Henri Matisse’s fluid line art and Egon Schiele’s emotive minimalism, the piece contrasts stark black ink and bone- white paper with a single crimson thread. Stark sidelighting carves dramatic tension between fragility and resilience, textures of coarse linen and smooth steel needles heightening tactile tension. Unraveling threads dissolve into smoke at the edges, symbolizing impermanence within precise, deliberate strokes

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The frame fills with a horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted by the corrupting touch of the Cthulhu mythos. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The air seems to carry the faint stench of salt and decay, a visceral reminder of the deep sea horrors that have seeped into this once-human form. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread, a glimpse into the terrifying consequences of delving too deep into the forbidden knowledge of the Cthulhu mythos. The rendering should be hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay to create a truly disturbing and unforgettable image.

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