The cracks started three winters ago. Not from age — from listening. She has heard every confession in this house, every whispered sin, every promise made to someone who stopped answering. The locket never leaves her throat. Inside: not a portrait. A tooth. Whose, she won't say. The blind eye turned white the day she opened it. The seeing eye stayed gray, because some things you don't need color to witness.
Her dress is cobweb lace over something darker. The color on her chest is not hers. It fell from the locket when the clasp finally gave. She hasn't fixed it. Some doors should stay open.
The illustration style here is clean vector line art with selective hatching — notice the spiderweb patterns on her collar are actual drawn webs, not texture overlays. The hair uses flat maroon blocks with single white highlight strokes, a technique common in 90s shoujo horror manga. One eye is fully rendered with iris detail; the other is pure dead white with a gray shadow. That asymmetry is the whole piece. If you want more faces that don't match themselves, the Jagged Smile portrait splits the other way.
60% true black. The maroon reads as warmth until you look closer.
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