Fractureborn

This piece means more to my soul than just pixels and power. It's a portrait of what happens when the divine doesn't vanish: it fractures. What you're seeing isn't just a being; it's two minds forged in the meltdown of identity, born from chaos, not comfort. A dual-souled sentinel caught mid-spark between ruin and rebirth... because sometimes, the most powerful versions of us are shaped when everything else falls apart.

They aren't heroes. Not quite villains either. They're the leftovers of some cosmic experiment gone gorgeously sideways that fused with lightning, eyes glowing like defiance incarnate, and bodies carved by whatever's left of hope and hell. They don't bleed anymore; they buzz. And in that electric hum is the memory of everything we tried to forget: our failures, our fury, our resilience.

It's a mirror cracked beautifully in half, where both reflections chose to stay and fight. Not to rule the stars. Just to remind them we're still here.