@akidu2026.shadowarch Faces made of drifting smoke appear and disappear in the air, morphing between expressions of shame, honour, and rebellion. The main figure passes through them, each mask dissolving as they touch it. In the background, walls of text distort and crumble like ancient plaster. Light pulses like a heartbeat. A sense of taboo knowledge and forbidden truth fills the scene. Mood: poetic, unsettling, elegant surrealism.