ThaneHespera
⚠️ WARNING: BEFORE YOU ENTER THE GALLERY
Welcome to the shadows of Venice, a place where art is not merely observed-it is distilled from life and agony. Do not turn the first page unless your heart is steady enough for what lies ahead.
On Content: This work contains graphic descriptions of Body Horror, the desecration of the human form in the name of art, and occult spiritual practices. If you are sensitive to themes of anatomy, mummification, or psychological manipulation, proceed with extreme caution.
A Word of Advice: Do not read this alone in the dark, unless you wish to hear the rhythmic ticking of a bone-inlaid pendulum clock echoing right against your ear.
VENICE HAS NO SUN
Venice, 17xx. A city resembling a corpse adorned in lavish makeup.
Amidst the nobles who worship beauty to the extreme, Nam-a young artisan from the East-sees the fatal "cracks" hidden beneath the perfect plaster veneer.
"Your plaster is beautiful," Nam spoke, his voice unnervingly calm. "But it is broken. Something inside... refuses to die."
Lorenzo smiled, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Broken? That is life, artisan. Do you wish to help me... conceal it with your glittering shards of pearl?"
Are you ready to "recycle" your soul?