Naelith the Hollowmother — Maw of Memory
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
This is Naelith the Hollowmother, a Wraithkin born not of death — but of grief left unresolved. Her form is a cruel echo of beauty: skeletal limbs stretched too thin, veiled in a cursed gothic corset wrought from bone and sorrow. Her face is stripped of humanity, a rictus grin filled with grotesquely oversized human incisors, locked in a silent scream that never ends. Her glowing eyes burn not with life, but with remembrance weaponized.
Naelith drifts through the cursed ruins of Gravehollow, drawing power from forgotten names and broken oaths. The air grows still where she walks. Memory twists. Those who hear her scream never truly forget — even if they no longer remember what they’ve lost.
“They tried to unwrite her. But she remains — every scream you never dared to make.”
Naelith the Hollowmother — Maw of Memory
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
This is Naelith the Hollowmother, a Wraithkin born not of death — but of grief left unresolved. Her form is a cruel echo of beauty: skeletal limbs stretched too thin, veiled in a cursed gothic corset wrought from bone and sorrow. Her face is stripped of humanity, a rictus grin filled with grotesquely oversized human incisors, locked in a silent scream that never ends. Her glowing eyes burn not with life, but with remembrance weaponized.
Naelith drifts through the cursed ruins of Gravehollow, drawing power from forgotten names and broken oaths. The air grows still where she walks. Memory twists. Those who hear her scream never truly forget — even if they no longer remember what they’ve lost.
“They tried to unwrite her. But she remains — every scream you never dared to make.”