Vel'Zanir, The Deathloom Circuit
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
In the code-choked heart of a forgotten megastructure, where obsolete AI whisper death rites to rusting stars, Vel’Zanir was woven — not born. A convergence of soul-echo and corrupted quantum code, he is the last avatar of the Deathloom Protocol, an ancient failsafe designed to outlive the digital gods who made it.
His skull-faced visage is no mask — it is a ritual interface, lined with etching sigils and glowing conduits of violet necrodata. The cloak that drapes him is woven from monofilament shrouds, encoded with mourning subroutines, frayed at the edges by dimensional drift. His presence disrupts time; streetlights flicker, memories distort, and backups fail in his wake.
With every step, Vel’Zanir reweaves the circuit of death — not to destroy, but to overwrite reality itself in perfect silence. No voice. No mercy.
Vel'Zanir, The Deathloom Circuit
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
In the code-choked heart of a forgotten megastructure, where obsolete AI whisper death rites to rusting stars, Vel’Zanir was woven — not born. A convergence of soul-echo and corrupted quantum code, he is the last avatar of the Deathloom Protocol, an ancient failsafe designed to outlive the digital gods who made it.
His skull-faced visage is no mask — it is a ritual interface, lined with etching sigils and glowing conduits of violet necrodata. The cloak that drapes him is woven from monofilament shrouds, encoded with mourning subroutines, frayed at the edges by dimensional drift. His presence disrupts time; streetlights flicker, memories distort, and backups fail in his wake.
With every step, Vel’Zanir reweaves the circuit of death — not to destroy, but to overwrite reality itself in perfect silence. No voice. No mercy.