We are all madmen, playing chess with a mirror.
We think we are defeating fate by sacrificing other people’s lives, other people’s parts of ourselves.
But every sacrifice is a severed piece of our own soul.
And at the end of the game, only one gaze remains — your own, full of blood and emptiness.
Checkmate.
And in that silence, your true scream is finally heard.
Year: January, 2026
Digital Art drawn in Procreate
Size: 6000*9000 pixels, 300 DPI