The female turned around and her face had no skin nor flesh, only a glistening, pearly white skull that seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light. Empty sockets stared back, bottomless pits where eyes should have been, yet somehow, they seemed to see, to pierce through him with an icy awareness that chilled him to the bone. Where her nose should have been, there was only a smooth, concave surface, and her teeth, a perfect row of ivory daggers, were bared in a silent snarl that stretched the taut muscles beneath the translucent skin of her cheeks. He could see the delicate tracery of veins pulsing beneath the bone, a macabre roadmap of death. A single tear, impossibly red against the white canvas of her skull, trickled down from the empty socket, tracing a path over the zygomatic arch and dripping onto the tattered lace collar of her dress. The sight was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a grotesque beauty that held him captive in its macabre spell. He wanted to scream, to run, but his feet felt rooted to the spot, his voice caught in his throat. All he could do was stare, transfixed by the chilling spectacle of the woman with no face.,Gloomy
