In the style of zhihui, A figure draped in tattered white robes with crimson accents stands in profile against a void-black backdrop, their long brown hair falling like ash over one shoulder as they raise a hand to press a finger against the snout of a fox mask—its surface etched with spiraling runes and glowing red eyes that burn with inner malice. The mask is carved from bone or obsidian, its teeth bared in silent fury, and crimson energy coils along its edges like veins of cursed flame, dripping faintly onto the figure’s cheek. Their attire is layered armor woven with stitched leather straps and frayed hems, each seam glowing faintly as if bound by blood-oil. Behind them, swirling tendrils of red smoke rise from the abyssal void—each curl flickering with spectral light that bleeds into shadow. The lighting is high-contrast chiaroscuro: beams strike from above to illuminate the mask’s glowing eyes and the figure’s pale skin while plunging the lower half into deep shadow where only faint glimmers remain visible. Rendered as textured digital oil painting with visible impasto brushstrokes layered over glazes of storm-gray, blood-red, and ghostly white that bleed like ink across the canvas—each stroke deliberate, each color weighted to evoke mythic decay, spiritual fury, and the weight of a curse made flesh.