Seraphistra Nocthalis - Queen of the Crowned Void
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
In the age before stars learned to die, there was a name whispered only in shadow — Seraphistra Nocthalis. She was not born, but summoned, when the first oath was broken and the first light was cursed. She wears the Crown of the Void, not as adornment, but as an eternal wound — a divine scar gifted by the cosmos itself.
Her form is regal, her beauty etched in sorrow and silence. Her horns spiral like blackened constellations, reaching through dimensions not meant to be touched. Her eyes are gates to oblivion — glowing, sentient, and unforgiving. Her voice is scripture turned inside out.
Seraphistra does not reign over kingdoms, but over absence. Over the moments after the end. Where time collapses and memory rots, her throne waits. Her armor is woven from the whispers of dying gods, her jewels crystallized from imploded suns.
They say the Crowned Void is not a place, but a prophecy — and she is its queen, sovereign of unmaking.
Seraphistra Nocthalis - Queen of the Crowned Void
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
In the age before stars learned to die, there was a name whispered only in shadow — Seraphistra Nocthalis. She was not born, but summoned, when the first oath was broken and the first light was cursed. She wears the Crown of the Void, not as adornment, but as an eternal wound — a divine scar gifted by the cosmos itself.
Her form is regal, her beauty etched in sorrow and silence. Her horns spiral like blackened constellations, reaching through dimensions not meant to be touched. Her eyes are gates to oblivion — glowing, sentient, and unforgiving. Her voice is scripture turned inside out.
Seraphistra does not reign over kingdoms, but over absence. Over the moments after the end. Where time collapses and memory rots, her throne waits. Her armor is woven from the whispers of dying gods, her jewels crystallized from imploded suns.
They say the Crowned Void is not a place, but a prophecy — and she is its queen, sovereign of unmaking.