Dark fantasy digital painting, monochrome cold grey palette with one warm orange light, wet black ink masses with splattered torn edges, dry brush texture, flat featureless fog, vast negative space, extreme scale contrast, cinematic stillness, high resolution. A beautiful woman of twenty-seven with pale skin, a sharp jaw and dark hair pinned up under a hood stands in a plain of dead grass in a long black coat, holding a glowing glass jar down at her side. Beside her lies a colossal face half sunk in the earth, a smooth black mass the size of a hill with its eye closed and its lips just parted, the whole edge of it breaking into flung ink specks and spatter against the pale grey sky. The only light in the picture comes from the jar in her hand, everything else falling to flat cold grey and solid black, seed heads bending in a low wind across the plain.