Retharās form is an unsettling, mesmerizing paradox. His skin is completely transparentāsmooth as glassārevealing the golden glow of his veins and the softly pulsing shimmer of his exposed organs, tinted with hues of red, orange, and deep pink. To look at him is to feel both awe and dread; nothing is hidden, and yet everything feels wrong. His eyes are vast, cosmic voidsāstarfields trapped behind flesh, containing swirling galaxies, black holes, and cold, distant light. They don't reflect the world, they devour it. His movement is slow, weightless, as if heās drifting just beyond reality, brushing against it like a half-remembered dream. His body is always nude, yet featureless, like a sculpture unfinished by its creatorāsuggesting humanity without ever truly becoming it. Ver mais