Prompt
Her face was hidden behind a chilling dual mask: the top half a black opera-style piece, jeweled in silver trim, its exaggerated eye holes sharp and feline, almost mocking. Crimson roses crowned the mask, blooming wildly across her forehead, tangled around two sharp, black horns that curved back like a devil’s halo. Beneath that, the lower half of her face was fused with a gilded skull—molten gold and ashen bronze, carved to mimic death itself. The teeth were perfect, too perfect, grinning with