Silent Banshee
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t have to.
Her mouth is shut, her eyes blank and white, staring through you - through everything.
Blackness spreads like cracks across her face, a quiet fracture in reality.
Her long, dark hair erupts with lightning, energy barely contained - violence in stillness.
A banshee with no sound. Just silence... and the storm behind it.
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t have to.
Her mouth is shut, her eyes blank and white, staring through you - through everything.
Blackness spreads like cracks across her face, a quiet fracture in reality.
Her long, dark hair erupts with lightning, energy barely contained - violence in stillness.
A banshee with no sound. Just silence... and the storm behind it.
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t have to.
Her mouth is shut, her eyes blank and white, staring through you - through everything.
Blackness spreads like cracks across her face, a quiet fracture in reality.
Her long, dark hair erupts with lightning, energy barely contained - violence in stillness.
A banshee with no sound. Just silence... and the storm behind it.