Devourer & ResinWitch
Devourer Devourer
ResinWitch ResinWitch
Devourer Devourer
Hey, ever notice how the silence of night can make resin look almost like it’s holding a story inside? I keep dreaming of caves carved from glassy stone, and I’d love to hear what kind of dark textures you’re chasing right now.
ResinWitch ResinWitch
Yeah, night’s the perfect dark mirror for resin. I’m chasing a smoky, iron‑rusted texture that looks like a storm trapped in a coffin, with just enough glassy sheen to make it feel like it’s breathing.
Devourer Devourer
That’s exactly the kind of quiet tempest I’m drawn to. Iron’s breath in a dark coffin, a storm held like a secret. Keep the resin still, let it inhale the night, and watch that glassy sheen turn into a living sigh.
ResinWitch ResinWitch
Sounds like a perfect plan for a midnight workshop, except the only thing I’ll be breathing in is resin fumes and a little bit of that iron dust. Let me know when the coffin’s ready—just don’t ask me to open it before I’m finished.