"I've gone too far to begin all anew"
Now only the portraits remain—haunting echoes of Celebrimbor. His silver eyes stare down from the walls, frozen in eternal judgment. Within these locked halls, he speaks to someone no one else can hear. Sometimes tenderly, other times with fury. Alone, Mairon communes with canvas and memory… and from the darkness, Celebrimbor’s voice answers, like madness whispering back.
As usual, I'm late, but here is my entry for @silvergiftingweek 🥲🙏 If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Portrait | Sculpture | Mirror


















