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🎨 Prompt in English: Comic book cover in a dark, detailed style reminiscent of DC's New 52 era, using a color palette inspired by Nei Ruffino — deep blues, purples, blood reds, glowing neon highlights, reflections on wet surfaces, sharp shadows, and lightning streaks. 🩸 Background: In the sky above the city stands Omega — a demon with feline features, but overall anthropomorphic and monstrous in form. In one massive clawed hand, Omega holds the full moon, cradling it like a fragile toy on the edge of destruction. His face still hints at a cat, but it's twisted into a grinning, sharp-toothed nightmare — fangs too large, too jagged, designed not to bite, but to unravel reality. His eyes glow crimson, burning with terror, trickery, and ancient malice. From his head sprout twisted bone horns, spiraling like brutal blades. His whiskers shimmer like metallic strings, stretched and vibrating — ready to slice through the very air. This is not a creature of this world — he is a demon wearing the idea of a cat as a disguise. ⚰️ Center Scene: Standing on the rooftop of a Gothic tower is the Reaper — a short girl, barely more than a silhouette against the lightning. Her hair is unnaturally long and white, spilling off the roof like threads of ghostlight. She wears a long, soaked black ballerina tutu, as if stitched from shadows. On her feet: sneakers, casual and absurd — as if Death herself no longer takes her job seriously. She wields an oversized scythe, far too large for her body, but perfectly fitting the madness in her stance. She wears a manic, broken smile, and her eyes are glowing white voids — windows into nothingness. She’s not waiting for you. She already knows. 🌧️ Foreground: Below, on the rain-drenched street, stands Eli — a man with a cap, jacket, beard, long straight hair, and headphones hanging around his neck. He’s frozen in hesitation, staring up, uncertain, gripped by a moment where fate, myth, and madness collide. Neon lights flicker, lightning cracks the sky, and everything reflects — warped and trembling — in the wet concrete. ⚡ Composition: The perspective draws the eye upward, from Eli, to the Reaper, and finally to Omega looming above it all. This is not just a moment — it’s the final second before something breaks. A visual symphony of destiny, dread, and chaos.