B&W paintigs: Sacrifice

In the darkness of the night, she stood—silent, motionless, like a shadow woven from whispers. Her skin was made of spider silk, spun from unspoken promises, swallowed tears, and secrets never told.

In the center of her chest, a man was trapped—his arms outstretched, crucified in the web of fate. He could neither escape nor speak. Only his eyes, two dim stars, shone in the silence of his captivity.

Below, in the shadows of her body, a pale spider rested. A red heart pulsed in its chest—warm, alive, yet silent. It knew that sooner or later, its prey would surrender, consumed by the sweet poison of love.

And the woman? She stood still, eyes closed, dreaming of the next web to weave…