hyperrealistic portrait of a woman who is half humanoid, half nightmarish extraterrestrial, with dark, scaly skin and glowing red eyes, posed in front of a rich, antique green 1962 Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham, wearing an intricate ensemble of metallic, iridescent garments that seem to shift and shimmer like the surface of a oil slick, her raven hair styled in interlocking braids that coil around her head like a serpent, as she stands calmly but confidently in the midst of chaos, her two Doberman pinschers, their fur as black as coal, straining against their restraints, teeth bared, and eyes fixed intently on the photographer, who cowers slightly under the furious gaze, on a worn, cracked sidewalk amidst a vista of modern skyscrapers and a long, golden horizon where the city meets the sky during the fabled golden hour.