We are all madmen, playing chess with a mirror. We think we are defeating fate by sacrificing other people’s lives, other people’s parts of ourselves. But every sacrifice is a severed piece of our own soul. And at the end of the game, only one gaze remains — your own, full of blood and emptiness. Checkmate. And in that silence, your true scream is finally heard. Year: January, 2026 Digital Art drawn in Procreate Size: 6000*9000 pixels, 300 DPI