A siren-song of sapphire and sleet, this piece is a glimpse into the hidden machinery of an ancient, sleeping world. Within the depths of shimmering cobalt and pearlescent grey, threads of obsidian and pitch-black oil snake and crackle, like veins of dark magic splintering an ice flow.

Observe the fractal, delicate "lacing"—the canvas is a geological record of a moment of profound transformation. The pale, luminous centre is the shattering point, the core where all the world's gravity and sorrow have momentarily coalesced before bursting forth.
It is the Whispers of Aether: a beautiful, terrifying promise that even the hardest things must eventually yield to the sublime.