mcbling aesthetic a tenebrous dawn in a forsaken glade, where a lone, hooded figure shrouded in an ebon cloak of darkest green crouches amidst twisted, gnarled roots, surrounded by an aura of flickering, crimson orange light that casts eerie shadows on the trees; tears like tiny, acid droplets burn their way down their face, as they clutch a tattered, crimson bound tome to their chest, and a fragile, tarnished locket hangs askew around their neck, adorned with symbols that seem to writhe like living things. . 2000s, flashy, luxurious, highly detailed