The Throne of Ash and Grace - Tenebris Dei
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X.
Beneath a cracked celestial dome and a sky that no longer exists, the Throne of Ash and Grace waits in sacred ruin.
Forged from fused angelic bone and iron veined with soul-light, it is a seat not of conquest, but of correction. The floor beneath it is obsidian — a mirror to stars that have long since died, or perhaps never were.
Lady Nyxariel does not rise when approached. She does not speak. The throne speaks for her.
It judges. It remembers. And if it shifts, it is not to welcome — but to unmake.
The Throne of Ash and Grace - Tenebris Dei
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X.
Beneath a cracked celestial dome and a sky that no longer exists, the Throne of Ash and Grace waits in sacred ruin.
Forged from fused angelic bone and iron veined with soul-light, it is a seat not of conquest, but of correction. The floor beneath it is obsidian — a mirror to stars that have long since died, or perhaps never were.
Lady Nyxariel does not rise when approached. She does not speak. The throne speaks for her.
It judges. It remembers. And if it shifts, it is not to welcome — but to unmake.