A young lass that calls herself Misery. Done with a couple of specialized blur filters and a slight colouring around her face. Where does the misery blur into sadistic pleasure?

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Death is a girl. Gaiman knew this. Holding the bust of one of her lovers she starts to fade from our vision as she claims us.

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