obsidian whisper

The eye, they say, is the window to the soul. But if I stare too long at my reflection, the pupil becomes a broken moon, made of obsidian. The void crawls out from where the silence hums, claws made of broken prayers, an echo of dimmed candleflames. Waiting for the inner storms to rise, it starts to sing in melodies my blood knows, a whisper sounding like me, smiling in quiet awe: We share one soul, keep looking - not apart, a part. When I finally blink, the darkness doesn’t vanish, it lingers, like breath on the mirror. It’s not entering, it’s remembering.

Inquire / make an offer ↗

Provenance Collected 2025-11-11 on objkt.com.
Minted 2025-11-07 on objkt.com, on Tezos by tz2DKYujVK…aUU3.
Edition of 21.

Kind Edition · Still image · 2025

Collection decæye

Archive image: png · 6 MB · 3000×3000 · sha256 69f29dd378805ece · view original
raw metadata · on objkt · objkt.com ↗

New to NFT art? Read a wall label in plain English, or see the common myths.

The story

2025-11-07
Made & minted on objkt.com
2025-11-11
Passed to tz1WLwao…MxRQ
… through 3 more collectors …
2025-11-11
Passed to tz1Y1dzU…YcTf
2025-11-11
Collected on objkt.com by Aaron (along7.eth)
2026-08-27
Archived in this gallery — checksum 69f29dd37880