This is not just an image.
It’s a presence that breathes in silence, as if the canvas had a pulse.
This digital piece doesn’t merely display—it watches you, studies you, confronts you.
From a cosmic corner where logic dissolves, creatures emerge without names but with clear intent.
Their eyes—multiple, floating, impossible—never blink.
They’re not here to decorate. They’re here to haunt.
The colors follow no rules. They erupt like repressed emotions, like screams that were never heard.
Reds that burn, greens that whisper.
Dear friends, I hope this illustration and its story are to your liking. I truly appreciate the support for the content. Have a great day!
