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A chilling close- up of a face, twisted into a massive, unnerving grin. Their teeth are sharp and exaggerated, stretching unnaturally across their face. Hollow, shadowed eyes stare forward with an eerie, lifeless intensity. Thick, crimson tears of blood stream from their eyes, trailing down their pale, cracked cheeks. The rich red of the blood is the only color in the image, contrasting sharply against the cold, gray monochrome of the rest of the scene. The skin appears aged and unnatural, resembling cracked porcelain or decayed flesh. Dramatic lighting casts deep shadows, emphasizing the grotesque grin and hollow features. The background fades into a dark, undefined void, heightening the unsettling focus on the face. The image exudes horror, evoking feelings of dread and unease. in the style of ckpf

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