A cinematic close-up captures a faceless woman, deep in shadow. The camera peers through one of the mask's eyeholes, revealing the sharp, dark silhouette of the head of the shapeless, ghostly figure. Her face is a void—an endless, smooth, pitch-black nothingness where her features should be. Her hood has fallen back, revealing a bald, perfectly smooth scalp that gleams faintly in the dim light like polished obsidian. The ancient hood, once covering her, now hangs limp over her shoulders, its tattered fabric stitched with silver runes that flicker faintly like dying embers, nearly lost in the s
