In a minimalist deep violet void, a faceless model sits with unyielding grace, cross-legged, the spine a flawless vertical line glowing with electric teal hues dripping like viscous liquid latex. Her iridescent gown liquefies at the edges, ghostly silk dissolving into pastel currents that flare radiant orange beneath plasma-white rim light. The silhouette pulses with spectral after-images trailing faintly as if caught mid-breath, skin vaporising into streaks of molten neon. Coarse clusters of grain cling like dust specks, the faint gate-weave jitter nudging the contours, blurring where flesh melts into fabric streams. The photo quality suggests a slightly grainy or low-resolution digital look, capturing a candid moment. Captured on a Canon EOS R5 paired with an RF 85 mm ƒ/1.2 lens, infused with scanned 800 ISO tungsten film grain, sprocket marks smudging the periphery, a spectral echo of analogue grit—surreal inverted-color fashion editorial, heavy film grain texture