Auroral mist besets a flawless, porcelain doll-like blonde beauty, swathed in sumptuous, iridescent silk swimsuit, intricately beaded and embroidered with hyper-realistic depictions of organic, biomechanical forms, as if resurrected from antiquated, forgotten texts on alchemy and mysticism. Her raven-hued locks cascade down her back like a waterfall of velvet, interwoven with filigree-like strands of silver and gold, resembling the figurative, nightmaresque depiction of mermaids in a madman's, baroque tapestry. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of jasmine and tobacco, the air itself seeming to vibrate with the thrum of a dervish's flute, as the subject's eyes sparkle like pieces of obsidian polished to a mirror-like sheen, radiating an aura of regality, as if she were an earthy, blonde version of Armenian royalty in 18th-century splendor, enshrined in an auroral, Bosch-inspired tableau.