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The Pustules
"The rot walks among us."
Confinement in a sanatorium that no one remembers anymore, this being mutated until he lost all humanity. His eroded skin covered in sores, his shredded straitjacket, and his face crowned with thorns are witnesses to a suffering that never ended.
The PustulesHe doesn't need chains: his stench and his scream are enough to freeze the blood. Every step he takes leaves behind an echo of disease and madness, a reminder that the real plague isn't always transmitted through the air... sometimes it breathes, walks, and seeks you out in the darkness.
A horrifying piece, created for collectors who are not afraid to contemplate decay incarnated in flesh.