An obsidian angel hangs amidst a twilight sky, wings vast and tattered like decaying velvet against bruised purples and fading blood oranges. Intricately wrought bone lace replaces her traditional garments, illuminated by a spectral glow emanating from her hollowed eyes
An obsidian angel hangs amidst a twilight sky, wings vast and tattered like decaying velvet against bruised purples and fading blood oranges. Intricately wrought bone lace replaces her traditional garments, illuminated by a spectral glow emanating from her hollowed eyes