Iggy

In the quaint town of Grayhaven, where the autumn leaves painted the streets in hues of gold and crimson, lived a peculiar little girl named Iggy Unlike the other children, Iggy was a zombie, her skin a pale green that contrasted vividly against her dress, vibrant with the colors of life. However, her face told a different story; a stark scar bisected it from her forehead to her chin, splitting her features into a haunting monochrome of black and white, as if her very essence was caught between two worlds. This scar was not a mark of terror but of a curious accident involving a magic mirror from an old, forgotten shop. Now, Iggy roamed the town, her half-colored face a symbol of her unique existence, blending the mundane with the magical, forever linking Grayhaven to the mysterious and the macabre. This piece is a collab between Yolo and myself.