bauhaus style the woman's face is a topography of tears, each one a gash carved by the relentless tides of her sorrow. her eyes are two abyssal wells of grief, overflowing with a despair that threatens to engulf her very essence. her hair is a mad snarl of seaweed and forgotten melodies, wrapped around the skeletal remains of a shipwreck's mast that lies shattered at her feet. the air is heavy with the stench of decay and forgotten memories, and the distant rumble of thunder seems to be a dirge for all that has been lost to the void. her gown is woven from the delicate petals of flowers that bloomed only once in a lifetime, their beauty now reduced to nothing more than a haunting whisper. in the background, the sky is a deep shade of indigo, with clouds that seem to weep tears of their own as they drift across the horizon like lost souls. the atmosphere is heavy with sorrow and regret, and it seems that the woman has been awakened from a long slumber only to be confronted with the crushing weight of her own mortality, and the devastating realization that she is nothing more than a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of time. . functional, geometric, primary colors, minimalist, highly detailed