우주에 있는 글리치 오렌지 날개의 사신

A hauntingly eerie close-up of a shinigami, her upper body framed against the vast emptiness of space. Behind her, a massive observation window reveals Earth, barely visible through drifting cosmic mist. Her featureless, smooth, pale face stares out unnervingly, framed by flowing, ethereal tendrils that twist like dark shadows. She wears a sleek black suit with a white shirt and black tie, crisp yet worn, as though she's endured countless battles. Her posture is confident, hands tucked into her pockets, but an air of fragility lingers beneath her presence. Her torn, desolate wings, once majestic, now flicker with glitchy, neon-orange light, the frayed feathers breaking loose and drifting like embers in zero gravity. The dim glow casts chaotic, fractured shadows around her. A thin, spectral mist swirls in the station’s low light, diffusing the neon glow as she stands between the abyss of space and the remnants of something divine—caught between eternity and ruin.