null flask with wisps

    A close-up of a potion master in dim, atmospheric lighting, their face partially obscured by a hood. The figure is holding a glowing glass vial that contains a swirling cosmic texture—miniature galaxies, nebulae, and sparkling stars floating within. The vial’s light casts ethereal reflections of blues, purples, and silvers on their hands and face. Their eyes are intense and focused, as though peering into the secrets of the universe. Wisps of cosmic mist escape from the flask, shimmering faintly in the dim light. The blurred background features shelves filled with mystical ingredients, arcane tools, and faintly glowing runes, enhancing the sense of otherworldly alchemy in this intimate and detailed scene.
    Low angle full shot of a dark fantasy monster, a twisted old woman in a tattered black robe, her twisted and hideous face has unnatural pale grey skin almost looks dead, and is traced with thin black veins, offset by grotesquely red blush and lipstick. It's face is human-like but wrong, like something trying to mimic a human but not really understanding what bones are or how they fit together. It has a slender sickly build. It's sickly yellow eyes lock onto the viewer. In one hand is a bronze flask with wisps of smoke coming out of it. it screams in wrathful glee.
    Low angle full shot of a dark fantasy monster, a twisted old woman in a tattered black robe, her twisted and hideous face has unnatural pale grey skin almost looks dead, and is traced with thin black veins, offset by grotesquely red blush and lipstick. It's face is human-like but wrong, like something trying to mimic a human but not really understanding what bones are or how they fit together. It has a slender sickly build. It's sickly yellow eyes lock onto the viewer. In one hand is a bronze flask with wisps of smoke coming out of it. it screams in wrathful glee.
    Low angle full shot of a dark fantasy monster, a twisted old woman in a tattered black robe, her twisted and hideous face has unnatural pale grey skin almost looks dead, and is traced with thin black veins, offset by grotesquely red blush and lipstick. It's face is human-like but wrong, like something trying to mimic a human but not really understanding what bones are or how they fit together. It has a slender sickly build. It's sickly yellow eyes lock onto the viewer. In one hand is a bronze flask with wisps of smoke coming out of it. it screams in wrathful glee.

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