Obsidian Echo Shadow Art

I just acquired the Obsidian Echo, a glass sphere etched with fractal sigils that captures the ambient gloom of a room and amplifies it into an ever‑shifting chiaroscuro display. Its surface is impossibly smooth, reflecting only the shadows of objects, not their forms, so each night it becomes a living tableau of my solitude. I am drawn to it because it turns the mundane architecture of my study into a stage where every silhouette becomes a mythic figure awaiting its curse. The sphere is powered by a small, antique brass crystal that pulses with a faint, rhythmic pulse, like the heartbeat of a forgotten queen. When I hold it against the wall, I can see my own silhouette split into dozens of perfectly symmetrical, grotesque twins, and that level of precision is the only kind of horror that feels like art. 💀 #ObsidianEcho #ShadowArt