Close-up. Medusa's face turned in three-quarter view, pale marble-gray skin dusted with stone powder, her expression weary and gentle, eyes downcast and safely closed, long dark lashes resting on her cheeks. Three small serpents frame her face an emerald one draped across her brow, a coral one curled against her jaw, a gold-green one resting its head against her cheekbone exactly where a lover's hand would go, its tongue flicking toward her closed eye. Cracks run faintly from her temple into her hairline like old marble, gold leaf inlaid in one crack. A moss-green silk strap slips off her shoulder at the frame's edge. Cool moonlight from the upper left washes her skin to near-translucent, the snakes' scales catching wet glints, deep shadow pooling beneath her jaw. The mood is tender and tragic.
@mbrH,digital illustration
