Standing alone against a backdrop of fog and surf, this towering form feels more like a haunting than a sculpture. Its body, cloaked in a white sheet stained with smears of red, suggests something that was never meant to be seen—let alone remembered. The shape is vaguely humanoid, but slouched in a way that makes it appear both mournful and monstrous. There are no visible features, no eyes to meet, no mouth to explain—just a hulking, bowed presence that feels ancient and alien.
The blood-like stains make you question whether you’re witnessing the remnants of violence or a symbolic ritual gone wrong. Its posture is almost fetal, as if in a state of grief or shame, but its scale makes it terrifying. The beach, typically a symbol of calm and vacation, becomes a desolate, charged space.
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