bo-abyss, a pale woman with short white hair stands in profile, her eyes closed, skin layered with fine cracks. Across her collarbone, the words “Digital Abyss” are etched in glowing crimson, as if branded by light, the letters sharp, clean, and fully readable, pulsing with each breath. Behind her, the void hums with static, but the text remains untouched, a command carved into flesh.
