Resin Pulse.

This work delves into the inexorability of fate, the erosion of self, and the silent collapse of will. A figure, once bound to life, is now but a silhouette consumed by spreading darkness. Its visage has been erased, fear and uncertainty have twisted it beyond recognition, leaving behind nothing but a wailing supplication that has supplanted its tongue. This cry does not reverberate in sound but quivers through the void, fracturing it from within yet never escaping. The etheric shadow unfurls over its cranium, seeping into vacant ocular hollows, dissolving the last traces of identity before pulling it into a mute eternity.

Fate, unrelenting, draws it into the abyss along a path it unknowingly built, stone upon stone, act upon act, each decision calcifying into inevitability. It never chose this fall, yet no other trajectory remained; its steps had long since solidified into an unbreakable sequence. The moment for resistance has passed, leaving only the remains of a being trapped in a constant cycle of decay, where neither redemption nor reprieve exists.

It is no longer human, but a husk of what once was, charred remnants ossified in absolute airlessness, wracked by the uneven convulsions of its own thickening tar. That dark substance twists inside, heaving in spasmodic undulations, yet stays sealed within a stiff, fossilized shel. No breath is required here, no oxygen needed. It smolders, releasing a languid darkness that bleeds into oblivion.

This work is a reflection on the liminality between choice and destiny, on how imperceptible choices slowly weave into an immutable course. It speaks of lost visages, of forms dissolving into the void, and of voices that persist in calling after them, knowing full well that silence is the only answer.