The cake, a masterpiece of deception, sat atop a pristine white plate. Its surface, a flawless imitation of skin, was adorned with intricate veins that seemed to pulse with life. Atop this macabre canvas, eyes, eerily realistic, stared out, their depths filled with a haunting darkness. Each detail, from the delicate pores to the subtle shading, was executed with such precision that it was difficult to believe it was not a gruesome reality. The cake, a chilling testament to the artistry of the baker, was both beautiful and horrifying, a tantalizing paradox that invited both admiration and revulsion.
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