A close up of a woman with a butterfly head and a butterfly wings

(highest quality,4K,8k,High resolution,masterpiece:1.2),Very detailed,(Realistic,photoRealistic,photo-Realistic:1.37),In the depths of the forest, under the veil of twilight, there exists a creature born of nightmares. Its form is a grotesque fusion of beauty and terror. Imagine the graceful curves of a woman's body, adorned with smooth, alabaster skin, now marred by the sinister presence of a wasp's anatomy.

From her slender shoulders sprout the wings of a mighty hornet, their translucent membranes shimmering in the dim light. Her delicate fingers morph into the sharp, needle-like appendages of the insect, dripping with venomous malice. Eyes, once pools of captivating allure, now gleam with the predatory glare of the hive's queen.

Yet, the horror does not end there. The creature's abdomen swells with the pulsating form of a monstrous nest, each cell teeming with the buzzing life of a thousand stingers. With every movement, the hum of impending doom fills the air, sending shivers down the spines of any who dare to witness this abomination.

She moves with an unsettling grace, a deadly dance of elegance and death. Her presence is a chilling reminder of nature's dark side, where beauty and horror merge into a singular, terrifying entity. This, dear reader, is the embodiment of fear itself—a haunting vision of a woman consumed by the venomous embrace of the hornet's curse.

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(highest quality,4K,8k,High resolution,masterpiece:1.2),Very detailed,(Realistic,photoRealistic,photo-Realistic:1.37),In the depths of the forest, under the veil of twilight, there exists a creature born of nightmares. Its form is a grotesque fusion of beauty and terror. Imagine the graceful curves of a woman's body, adorned with smooth, alabaster skin, now marred by the sinister presence of a wasp's anatomy. From her slender shoulders sprout the wings of a mighty hornet, their translucent membranes shimmering in the dim light. Her delicate fingers morph into the sharp, needle-like appendages of the insect, dripping with venomous malice. Eyes, once pools of captivating allure, now gleam with the predatory glare of the hive's queen. Yet, the horror does not end there. The creature's abdomen swells with the pulsating form of a monstrous nest, each cell teeming with the buzzing life of a thousand stingers. With every movement, the hum of impending doom fills the air, sending shivers down the spines of any who dare to witness this abomination. She moves with an unsettling grace, a deadly dance of elegance and death. Her presence is a chilling reminder of nature's dark side, where beauty and horror merge into a singular, terrifying entity. This, dear reader, is the embodiment of fear itself—a haunting vision of a woman consumed by the venomous embrace of the hornet's curse.

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