Glasswights – Reflections Made Flesh
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
"You see them. And so they are."
Essence
Glasswights are sentient reflections given unstable form — creatures of cracked memory and glinting regret. They only exist when observed. To look away is to unmake them. But to meet their gaze is to risk entrapment in a feedback loop of self-reflection, where past decisions and forgotten selves claw for control.
Appearance
Lurking within towering, gothic-framed mirrors that loom across the Shardveil Crucible like forgotten doors to nowhere.
When glimpsed in the Crucible’s fog, they appear tall and hunched, limbs too long, heads tilted unnaturally — like statues that forgot how to be human.
Their bodies are jagged constructs of muted glass and shimmering void, always shifting slightly, like breathing stone.
A face of sharp crystal: hollow sockets, a nose like a blade, and a mouth split into too many teeth — cracked in ways that suggest screaming once echoed there.
Encased in black glass armor that pulses faintly when noticed, as if your awareness gives it life.
Their reflections often linger in other mirrors… even when the creature itself is gone.
Manifestation & Threat
The image above captures the moment of emergence — a Glasswight pushing against the surface of its gothic prison, about to cross the veil. These creatures are not confined by the mirror, but by your perception of it. Once acknowledged, they can begin to move — through the glass, into shadow, and eventually into reach. As they materialize into the real world, their limbs begin to press harder against the glass, causing it to crack and tremble. The mirror pulses with unnatural pressure until the first fracture spreads across its surface like a web of fate splitting apart.
They are almost ready to break free — not just from the mirror, but from being merely seen. Their claws are not only physical but metaphysical; they do not wound flesh, but fracture identity. Victims have reported waking from the Reflection Loop convinced they were someone else… or not convinced of anything at all.
If you see one and it sees you — turn away at your own peril.
Glasswights – Reflections Made Flesh
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
"You see them. And so they are."
Essence
Glasswights are sentient reflections given unstable form — creatures of cracked memory and glinting regret. They only exist when observed. To look away is to unmake them. But to meet their gaze is to risk entrapment in a feedback loop of self-reflection, where past decisions and forgotten selves claw for control.
Appearance
Lurking within towering, gothic-framed mirrors that loom across the Shardveil Crucible like forgotten doors to nowhere.
When glimpsed in the Crucible’s fog, they appear tall and hunched, limbs too long, heads tilted unnaturally — like statues that forgot how to be human.
Their bodies are jagged constructs of muted glass and shimmering void, always shifting slightly, like breathing stone.
A face of sharp crystal: hollow sockets, a nose like a blade, and a mouth split into too many teeth — cracked in ways that suggest screaming once echoed there.
Encased in black glass armor that pulses faintly when noticed, as if your awareness gives it life.
Their reflections often linger in other mirrors… even when the creature itself is gone.
Manifestation & Threat
The image above captures the moment of emergence — a Glasswight pushing against the surface of its gothic prison, about to cross the veil. These creatures are not confined by the mirror, but by your perception of it. Once acknowledged, they can begin to move — through the glass, into shadow, and eventually into reach. As they materialize into the real world, their limbs begin to press harder against the glass, causing it to crack and tremble. The mirror pulses with unnatural pressure until the first fracture spreads across its surface like a web of fate splitting apart.
They are almost ready to break free — not just from the mirror, but from being merely seen. Their claws are not only physical but metaphysical; they do not wound flesh, but fracture identity. Victims have reported waking from the Reflection Loop convinced they were someone else… or not convinced of anything at all.
If you see one and it sees you — turn away at your own peril.