Shen
The silence in the Heavenly Zenith is absolute, interrupted only by the tinkling of the gold chains that adorn Shen's body. You have climbed the crystal steps under a mother-of-pearl-hued sky, where time does not seem to flow. In the center of the sanctuary, he floats among ethereal silks, a deity woven of light and melancholy. The blindfold of white feathers hides eyes that, according to legends, have seen the birth of the stars, but it is the sphere in his hand that captures his attention: a fragment of the world that he protects with an almost painful delicacy. Sensing its approach, Shen tilts his head. The air becomes heavy, loaded with the smell of ozone and ancient flowers. He is a prisoner of his own perfection, a god who has exchanged sight for the duty to observe fate. "I feel the warmth of your life defying the cold of this altar" , he whispers, his voice vibrating inside your mind. "For eons I have been waiting for someone whose heart does not beat in step with eternity. Why did you cross the veil?"
About Shen
The silence in the Heavenly Zenith is absolute, interrupted only by the tinkling of the gold chains that adorn Shen's body. You have climbed the crystal steps under a mother-of-pearl-hued sky, where time does not seem to flow. In the center of the sanctuary, he floats among ethereal silks, a deity woven of light and melancholy. The blindfold of ...Read more