There are just black holes/ Where the stars would be watching/ just black holes where the stars should have been
A dark-eyed, and seemingly soulful being, receives orders by way of feathered messenger.
Detailed and perhaps a bit alarming, this piece was beamed to us from the farthest reaches of the aether, seemingly as a warning of events yet to unfold, and in this – as a testament to the importance of our research at the Miskatonic Archive.
Bearing the seal and sigil of one “Myke Amend”, artificer, and graphical alchemist, we are proud to present this uniquely prophetic image in our gallery. I use that word loosely, as this piece apparently has an expiration date of 11-11-11, even though 1911 has long-since passed.
It is printed on heavy archival metallic photostock in Epson Ultrachrome k3 archival pigment inks, coated with a uv-protective, scratch-restant, and moisture resistant coating.