Gutter Seraphim

It appears in places that reek of smoke rooftops, dark alleys, empty smoking areas. Its wings are made of crushed cigarette butts, stuck together with tar and ash. The body looks like a pile of flesh, raw muscle twitching with every breath. Where eyes should be, there are only mouths, small and hungry, inhaling even when there’s nothing to breathe in.

It’s not a demon, it's a addiction given shape. And once you see it, you start to feel it watching every time you light one.

I’m Astra, and I create from a place of raw honesty. I invite you to step into my world, where every piece reflects unfiltered truth and unrestrained expression.