ETERNAL DISSOLUTION

In the cold depths of the world beyond, there exists a forgotten realm where all things decay—an eternal place where life, once vibrant, turns into formless whispers of what was. Here, the skull of an ancient being floats, suspended in time, as it begins to dissolve into the surrounding void. The organic mass around it is not simply a decay; it is the universe’s way of reclaiming what was once alive. The skull's hollow eyes stare into the abyss, witnessing its own unraveling—a stark reminder that even the most enduring things will eventually fade, replaced by the endless cycle of creation and destruction.

As the skull breaks apart, the remnants of its form give birth to something new—organic shapes and voids that stretch and warp in an endless dance of creation and dissolution. The air is thick with the presence of time itself—no longer linear but swirling in chaotic patterns. The skull is not mourned but accepted as part of a grand, unspoken truth: that life is temporary, fragile, and ultimately succumbed to the forces of entropy. Yet in its dissolution, there is beauty, as the energy of existence is transferred into a new form, ready to begin again in another cycle of life and death.