#flickered

Downtown Miami pulsed under a vaporwave haze, where skyscrapers shimmered in pastel purple and teal hues, bending and twisting like liquid reflections in a digital sea. The cityscape, bathed in an eerie glow, flickered with deliberate compression artifacts—data moshing that turned reality into a glitching, surreal dreamscape. Neon lights buzzed in rhythmic distortion, casting fragmented shadows across the streets. Retro-futuristic cars, their outlines wavering like mirages, glided through the chaotic symphony of disjointed visuals. Pedestrians, their forms flickering between the real and the unreal, moved as if part of an old VHS tape on loop. Above, the moon loomed large and pixelated, its light spilling in fragmented beams, blending seamlessly with the synthetic ambiance. The air itself seemed alive, a heady mix of nostalgia and the future, as Miami danced to the erratic beat of a reality rewound, paused, and distorted.

Commander Sarah Chen drifted in the void, her suit's chronometer marking humanity's final hour. The last star – a dim red dwarf they'd named "Twilight" – pulsed weakly ahead, its dying light barely illuminating her visor. Billions of years had passed since Earth; civilizations had risen and fallen across countless galaxies. Now, she alone remained, chosen to witness the universe's last breath. The star flickered once, twice, then darkness deeper than imagination engulfed everything. In her visor's reflection, she caught a glimpse of something impossible – a tiny spark of light, not dying but being born. Perhaps this wasn't the end after all, but a beginning she'd never understand.

The computer monitor flickered violently, casting eerie shadows in the dimly lit room. On the screen, a grid of cascading green numbers warped and twisted, forming a shape that defied logic. Bit by bit, the figure emerged—an intricate demon made of light and binary code, its form pulsing with raw, digital power. Its eyes glowed an unholy red, swirling with chaotic equations that seemed to pierce the soul. Jagged horns spiraled upward, carved from endless streams of data. Each movement it made left shimmering trails of code in the matrix-like grid, as if reality itself was bending to its will. The demon grinned, its mouth a vortex of glowing zeroes and ones, as it extended a clawed hand. Every digit in its form shifted constantly, hyper-detailed yet alive, its body rippling with the infinite complexity of the digital abyss. The screen buzzed, and the room grew cold as it whispered: "Welcome to my domain."

This is my first time taking a “normal photoshoot” in close up mode, which you can see that I still have an acne covered with foundation. But anyway, i love the make up here, my friend is really skilled with the make up. 

it wasn’t like bad or anything it was just like. A slap in the face.