I Can't Believe This Cake Looks Too Real

The cake was a grotesque marvel, a hyperrealistic sculpture crafted from sugar and flour. Its skin, a pale, sickly hue, was stretched taut over a skeletal frame, revealing the intricate network of veins and arteries beneath. Each finger, long and spindly, was tipped with gnarled nails, and the eyes, hollow and black, seemed to pierce the soul. The cake’s hair, a tangled mass of dark, matted strands, framed a gaping maw filled with rows of jagged teeth. Despite its horrifying appearance, the cake exuded a strange beauty, a macabre allure that drew the eye and chilled the blood.