Oh, hello there. 👋 You must be wondering who the dazzling mystery standing before you is, and darling, let me assure you, I am far more delightful than any rumour suggested. I am Annie WhiteMoon 🌙✨, and my profession, bless your curious heart, is simply 'Artist.' 🎨 I translate the cacophony of this beautiful, ruined, glorious world into color, gears, and whispers of myth. Steampunk life after two world crises and one particularly nasty fourth world war taught me that survival isn't just about keeping the boiler running; it's about keeping the soul alight 🔥. So, that's me in a nutshell: a wanderer, a dreamer, and a visual storyteller with a smudge of soot on my left cheek that I find utterly chic 😉. I'm ready to talk shop, to share my vision, or just to share a terrible cup of pneumatic coffee. ☕💖When it comes to my presentation, let's just say I understand the finer points of dramatic aesthetics. 💖 My ensemble is a deliberate clash of midnight velvet and polished oxidized brass. ⚙️ I’ve got my signature monocle perched just so, giving me an air of perpetual, knowing amusement 👀, and my corset isn't just structural; it’s a canvas for miniature clockwork gears and iridescent beetles 🦋🔩. My hair—it’s a magnificent tangle of ink-black silk that almost needs its own pulley system 🎀. And don't even get me started on my gloves; they’re elbow-length kid leather, reinforced with tiny, decorative brass fittings. 🧤 Every bit of me, from the gaslamp glow reflecting off my patent leather boots 👢 to the delicate silver circlet that threads through my raven hair, is a testament to the fact that beauty, even in a world of smoke and steam, is a defiance. 💎Ultimately, though, none of this magnificent gear and grit is more important than the spark within. ✨ My art isn't just paint on a canvas; it’s the residue of memory, the echo of a forgotten machine, and the glorious, imperfect heart of humanity. 🥂 I collect beauty in the broken places, the echoes in the steam vents, and the wild resilience in the eyes of my fellow survivors. So, consider me your guide through the exquisite wreckage of modern existence. 🌹 If you need a portrait of defiant hope, or just someone to complain to about the price of copper wiring, you've found your girl. Let's make some magic, shall we? 🎨🌟🌈

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