Touch of tzeentch, writhing shadows, inverse geometry — a black mirror is suspen
touch of tzeentch, writhing shadows, inverse geometry — a black mirror is suspended in zero gravity inside a vault shaped like an inverted cathedral. Its surface churns with silhouettes: limbs in impossible configurations, faces folding inward, wings that weep. A servo-skull hovers nearby, weeping data-tears. It projects fragmented memories: dreams that end with laughter, birth scenes corrupted by insects. Reflections move independently. A whisper grows into a scream. The mirror births nothing — it births the idea of something. Something that is now behind you.
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touch of tzeentch, writhing shadows, inverse geometry — a black mirror is suspended in zero gravity inside a vault shaped like an inverted cathedral. Its surface churns with silhouettes: limbs in impossible configurations, faces folding inward, wings that weep. A servo-skull hovers nearby, weeping data-tears. It projects fragmented memories: dreams that end with laughter, birth scenes corrupted by insects. Reflections move independently. A whisper grows into a scream. The mirror births nothing — it births the idea of something. Something that is now behind you.
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