Tʜᴇ Cᴏᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ᴏғ Iɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ

Beneath the weight of fading stars, we gather — artisans of the nocturne, scribes of the unseen.

Here, art is not drawn but conjured, etched in crimson upon the veiled skin of night.

Within Ars Tenebris, creation is devotion, and every shadow remembers its light.

𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬