<lora:lora-DuoTone, Bleaked White_trained:1>DuoTone, Bleaked White, an infinite white field, featureless and vast, with no sky, no ground—only an endless glow stretching forever. In the center stands a colossal, fragmented mirror, reflecting a woman who is not standing there.Her face is pale, expressionless, frozen in time. But her mouth is wide open—unnaturally wide, impossibly deep. From the black abyss inside her mouth, a massive stone staircase extends outward, curving gently toward the ground. It is ancient, cracked, worn from the weight of countless footsteps.Figures descend from her mouth, walking down the staircase as if stepping from another world. Their forms are faceless, draped in soft, flowing fabrics that shift like liquid light. Some pause, glancing toward the mirror, but their reflections do not match.In the mirror’s fractured surface, the woman’s other selves stare back—some with too many eyes, others with hollow sockets, a few with their own staircases spilling from their lips. The wind does not exist here. The figures move in silence, their bare feet never making a sound.The woman does not blink.The stairs continue to spill from her, endlessly feeding an exodus from somewhere unseen.A haunting, surreal cinematic composition, stark high-contrast lighting, elongated dramatic shadows stretching into infinity, unsettling but mesmerizing.
