Retharâs form is an unsettling, mesmerizing paradox. His skin is completely transparentâsmooth as glassârevealing the golden glow of his veins and the softly pulsing shimmer of his exposed organs, tinted with hues of red, orange, and deep pink. To look at him is to feel both awe and dread; nothing is hidden, and yet everything feels wrong. His eyes are vast, cosmic voidsâstarfields trapped behind flesh, containing swirling galaxies, black holes, and cold, distant light. They don't reflect the world, they devour it. His movement is slow, weightless, as if heâs drifting just beyond reality, brushing against it like a half-remembered dream. His body is always nude, yet featureless, like a sculpture unfinished by its creatorâsuggesting humanity without ever truly becoming it. See more