"The slum, the only haven for the oppressed"

The lone traveler descended upon the ancient relic. He roamed the desolate ruins, searching for clues to his past; Determined to uncover the secrets of his lineage and claim his rightful place in the stars.

after the Norse underworld, a cold and frozen realm. a land of perpetual cold , sorrow and mourning.”

Condemned souls traverse the treacherous valley of hell; With fear that echoes amidst the cacophony of cursed screams and wails. The air is thick with the putrid stench of blood and fire, an atmosphere imbued with the very essence of damnation.

beyond the blackhole,

into another realm,

lies the graves of the old gods,

their eternal souls frozen.

A tale long forgotten.

Imagine a space station, for convicts. A Deep Space Penitentiary. An attempt in shifting era & genre. 

unparalleled retreat for spacefarers seeking a unique and luxurious escape.
An attempt to create a property ad building a world isn't enough, the experience of creating a demand of luxury property in the distant future-is def worth exploring. color grading inspired by Tarsem Singh's Immortals Feat. Ship: ENIGMA MASK :POSEIDON

Perched atop a towering skyscraper in the heart of a cyberpunk city plagued by slums, "The Penthouse" stood as a symbol of opulence amidst the chaos. Its gleaming facade and shimmering glass windows stood in stark contrast to the grimy streets below. A refuge for the elite, it offered breathtaking views of the sprawling metropolis, where neon lights illuminated the shadows of poverty-stricken alleys. Inside, a world of extravagance awaited—a sanctuary of marble floors, plush velvet furnishings, and cutting-edge technology. The irony of The Penthouse lay in its elevated splendor, a beacon of luxury overlooking a city consumed by dystopian realities.

In the depths of a distant planet in the far-flung future, nestled among towering neon-lit skyscrapers, stood "The Synthetica." This enigmatic hotel beckoned weary travelers from across the cosmos with promises of indulgence and anonymity. A sanctuary for the elite, it catered to both the mortal and synthetic alike, a realm where humans and androids coexisted seamlessly. Within its opulent halls, whispers of secrets intertwined with the soft clinking of glasses, as whispers of betrayal and redemption floated through the air. The Synthetica, a haven where reality blurred, offered respite to those seeking solace in the darkness of a universe brimming with mysteries.