The architect

Deep in the ossuary vaults, entombed in iron and bone, the expedition found Him— the god - the engineer - the architect - not asleep, not awake, but waiting. His flesh remains unspoiled, soul unreadable, the being breathed in silence older than stars. Their minds fractured not from fear, but from the certainty that they were made by this thing… and made wrong.

Thought of painting something Gigeresque

Painted with @escapemotions Rebelle, using oil on canvas.