N'Zhal-Tekh
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
Beneath a sky torn open by a swirling cosmic wound, the surface of N’Zhal-Tekh stretches in jagged, cathedral-like valleys of obsidian. Rivers of pulsing violet-blue energy crack through the stone like corrupted veins, leaking light that doesn’t reflect — it devours. Lightning forks sideways across the cavern walls, igniting momentary flashes of alien geometry that vanish as quickly as they form.
Towering needle-like spires rise across the horizon — not built, but grown — seemingly drawn toward the sky’s unblinking eye: a void-star anomaly that anchors the planet’s spatial distortion. This eye sees all, yet promises nothing. Beneath its gaze, memory deteriorates, matter flickers in and out of cohesion, and all sound feels… delayed
In the deepest gorge lies the Throne Core, where K’Shaatra dreams in motionless stillness, wired into the planet’s inverted nervous system. The longer you stand on this world, the less you recognize the laws you once lived by.
Here, gravity bends inward. Thought bleeds. And purpose becomes irrelevant.
N'Zhal-Tekh
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
Beneath a sky torn open by a swirling cosmic wound, the surface of N’Zhal-Tekh stretches in jagged, cathedral-like valleys of obsidian. Rivers of pulsing violet-blue energy crack through the stone like corrupted veins, leaking light that doesn’t reflect — it devours. Lightning forks sideways across the cavern walls, igniting momentary flashes of alien geometry that vanish as quickly as they form.
Towering needle-like spires rise across the horizon — not built, but grown — seemingly drawn toward the sky’s unblinking eye: a void-star anomaly that anchors the planet’s spatial distortion. This eye sees all, yet promises nothing. Beneath its gaze, memory deteriorates, matter flickers in and out of cohesion, and all sound feels… delayed
In the deepest gorge lies the Throne Core, where K’Shaatra dreams in motionless stillness, wired into the planet’s inverted nervous system. The longer you stand on this world, the less you recognize the laws you once lived by.
Here, gravity bends inward. Thought bleeds. And purpose becomes irrelevant.