La Llorona.

​​This work unveils the tormented essence of a woman who, through an act of devastation, wrought the demise of her own children, becoming forever ensnared by the chains of her inexorable guilt. Her form, grotesquely twisted by unfathomable grief and desolation, is suspended in an eternal battle against an insatiable, all-consuming darkness. Her countenance, once a serene and delicate profile, has mutated into a monstrous, demonic shriek—stripped of all vestiges of humanity. An immense, ferocious maw rends the very fabric of existence, its ceaseless resonance echoing with the infinite agony of one eternally bound to torment.

Around her corporeal vessel spirals a tumultuous shadow of ethereal, dark flame, as though her very soul, consumed by self-inflicted damnation, burns ceaselessly from within, relentlessly striving for absolution, yet only leaving an irreparable trail of the lifeless husks of countless forsaken souls. She devours these wandering souls in a desperate and futile attempt to reclaim the essence of her lost children, but with each one consumed, her hunger only deepens, for none of them contain what she seeks. Instead, they twist and distort, becoming shadows of despair, forever lost in her endless, maddening pursuit.

In the furthest recesses of the piece, an abyss yawns—a fathomless void that devours all, suffusing the air with the fractured, discordant reverberations of her endless, agonizing pursuit. This magnum opus encapsulates the concept of interminable affliction, wherein a woman, irreparably scarred by her own transgressions, is irrevocably condemned to a state of eternal suffering. Her relentless and feverish yearning to reunite with the children she has obliterated, an insatiable desire to reclaim those she has doomed, continues to carve gaping chasms under her guise, leaving naught but the remnants of shattered, fragmented souls in her wake.