Ekuase A man whose face carries the weight of irreversible loss. The yellow tears that fall from his eyes are not just paint — they are the last remnants of the love he once felt so fiercely. He stares into emptiness, haunted by the memory of the woman he adored beyond reason, the prophecy he defied, and the moment the charm turned his heart into a weapon. In this portrait he is already gone — the man who killed the only person who made him feel alive, then walked willingly to the gallows, carrying a grief too heavy for any living soul to bear.