Scissor Of Darkness #24

Prompt: A towering figure composed of shifting black smoke holds countless glowing threads of possibility, systematically severing them with scissors made of pure darkness. Creative Process: The void between dimensions birthed something that shouldn't exist. while painting this, memories of lovecraft's descriptions of azathoth kept bleeding into my neural pathways. i wanted to capture that moment when reality bends around an entity too vast for human comprehension. the two figures stand like punctuation marks in a sentence written in a language of nightmares. this wasn't just about fear - it was about the sublime terror of recognizing our cosmic insignificance. the glowing cracks in its form remind me of how japanese kintsugi fills broken pottery with gold, except here the gold is molten reality itself..