She Forgot Her Halo, So She Borrowed the Moon

This piece began, as all divine accidents do, with a failed attempt to render fog. The artist, frustrated by the lack of “mystical oomph,” accidentally maxed out the glow slider and summoned what appears to be a celestial tax auditor in a couture gown. The wings? A last-minute addition after realizing the forest looked more like a haunted IKEA showroom than a sacred grove. Black feathers were scattered manually — not for symbolism, but because the AI refused to generate snow that wasn’t emotionally repressed. The final touch was the light source: technically a moon, spiritually a passive-aggressive spotlight. Texture, drama, and just enough ambiguity to make judges whisper “Is this about grief?” Perfect.