Clad in long, tattered robes that blur at the edges, their heads are unsettling Penrose triangles—three-dimensional yet impossible figures that never fully connect. Their mouths form at one corner of the triangle, a thin slit that opens impossibly wide to emit bone-chilling screams. Their translucent forms flicker between existence and void, and where their eyes should be, there are only ever empty voids shifting with eerie, glowing light. See more