On the edge of an other-worldly cliff dotted with leafless, bird-perched branches, stands Sir Nicotine Grim, a mischievous skeleton gentleman who has clearly out-lived the surgeon-general. · He wears a billowing, tattered trench-cloak layered over a plaid waistcoat, vintage suspenders, and a loosely knotted silk cravat—every fabric rippling in a cold, unseen breeze. · His skull is perfectly anatomical: smooth cranium, well-defined zygomatic arches, intact mandible, straight spinal column; no warped bones, double jaws, or floating teeth. · One bony hand (five fingers, natural joints) daintily tips a weather-worn bowler hat; the other clutches an old briar pipe. From the pipe coils an ethereal, mint-green smoke-dragon that spirals skyward, morphing playfully into ghostly crows before dissolving into the clouds. · Tiny, curious ravens with glossy feathers orbit him like living punctuation, occasionally stealing buttons from his coat. · The scene is painted in a surreal-gothic, hyper-stylised fashion reminiscent of 1950s pulp-horror book covers mixed with modern digital airbrush: velvety teal background, subtle vintage film grain and weathered edge borders, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting that makes bones gleam and fabric sheen with oily highlights. · Colours: jade-green shadows, sea-foam mid-tones, ivory bone highlights, pops of burnished brass on cloak clasps and ringed phalanges. · Composition: three-quarter portrait, horizon low, negative space above for the smoke-dragon’s whimsical S-curve. · Overall mood: morbidly dapper, sardonic, yet oddly uplifting—like Death taking a smoke break during a Victorian fashion shoot. · No AI artefacts: fingers all present, cloak folds coherent, smoke edges clean, no random blobs or duplicate eyes.” ⸻ Style directives: surreal gothic fantasy illustration, hyper-detailed, 8k resolution, ultra-sharp focus, cinematic lighting, vintage pulp texture, dynamic brushwork, highly aesthetic, no extra limbs, no warped anatomy, no textual noise
