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Erebus
2025 · Digital Art
About this work
I rise from the ashes, my form no longer human, but something twisted. The world around me is a desolate wasteland, as if everything has turned to dust. The fire that burns in my hands does not offer warmth—it only reminds me of the endless void. My eyes, empty and devoid of soul, reflect the broken world I've inherited. Every step I take feels heavier than the last, as if the weight of existence itself is trying to crush me. There is no escape from the chaos, only an endless cycle of despair.