Thick buttery strokes. Vermilion red and cyan blue occupy the same space, neither backing down. A woman's face exists where they fight—her cheek catching cyan on its curve, her temple holding vermilion in its hollow, the transition between them painted in strokes of deep violet and burnt umber. Her eye is half cyan, half vermilion, the division running through the pupil, the iris a small point of gold where they meet. Her lips are painted with strokes of both, vermilion on the upper, cyan on the lower, blending at the corners into purple. Her hair escapes around her face, auburn strokes taking cyan on their edges, vermilion in their depths. She is not central. She is the surface where color happens. <lora:KREA2_ta86_myw4y:1.0> <lora:KreaDreamfog_V2:0.5> <lora:we_paint_krea2:0.5>