“Through Their Eyes” – A Visual Concept Inspired by The Eye album from King Diamond
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
n the decaying chapel of a cursed orphanage, two spectral girls stand at the center—silent, glowing, and eternally bound. Madeleine Bavent, once an abused nun drawn into darkness, and Jeanne Dibasson, a child condemned for witchcraft, are no longer victims. Now supernatural entities, they walk hand in hand beneath the watchful gaze of The Eye—the cursed relic that witnessed their torment.
Behind them, a cloaked figure hovers like a divine judge, its form shaped by the very memories the Eye reveals. The artifact itself floats midair, pulsating with cold blue light, forever open—forever remembering. Around them, the walls echo with silent screams. Abandoned children, fallen nuns, and broken clergy litter the shadows, frozen in time by the truth the Eye cannot unsee.
Their eyes—glowing mirrors of the Eye itself—burn not with vengeance, but revelation. They are the message. The sin. The justice. And when they stare into you, you see what they saw.
This image reimagines the final fate of Madeleine and Jeanne not as damned, but as eternal witnesses, haunting the ruins of faith with the truth that was buried—until The Eye opened.
“Through Their Eyes” – A Visual Concept Inspired by The Eye album from King Diamond
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
n the decaying chapel of a cursed orphanage, two spectral girls stand at the center—silent, glowing, and eternally bound. Madeleine Bavent, once an abused nun drawn into darkness, and Jeanne Dibasson, a child condemned for witchcraft, are no longer victims. Now supernatural entities, they walk hand in hand beneath the watchful gaze of The Eye—the cursed relic that witnessed their torment.
Behind them, a cloaked figure hovers like a divine judge, its form shaped by the very memories the Eye reveals. The artifact itself floats midair, pulsating with cold blue light, forever open—forever remembering. Around them, the walls echo with silent screams. Abandoned children, fallen nuns, and broken clergy litter the shadows, frozen in time by the truth the Eye cannot unsee.
Their eyes—glowing mirrors of the Eye itself—burn not with vengeance, but revelation. They are the message. The sin. The justice. And when they stare into you, you see what they saw.
This image reimagines the final fate of Madeleine and Jeanne not as damned, but as eternal witnesses, haunting the ruins of faith with the truth that was buried—until The Eye opened.