In Nuckelavee, the dreaded sea spirit of Orcadian myth rises as a warped fusion of horse, bird, and human, split by the waterline into two mirrored horrors. Above, its bark-like form looms with primal power; below, an inverted human face drifts in dark tendrils, a shadow self pulled from the depths. A single flower at its throat glows against the muted greens and rusted reds, hinting at fragile life amid decay. The image channels both medieval grotesque and Romantic Sublime, turning a creature of legend into a vision of duality, corruption, and the uneasy balance between terror and beauty.
