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Infernalis #145
Each Infernalis token is a doorway into the same unseen building.
You meet one person at a time: a young woman at a balcony, an older man in a marble hallway, a figure of no clear age paused beneath an archway. Their skin is always bleach-white, their lips always red — a fixed signature that binds the collection together like a dress code no one has explained.
Around that constant, everything else shifts. Faces grow older or younger. Hair appears or disappears, sometimes hidden under hoods, sometimes falling dark, pale or blood-red against the light. Eyes change colour and character — soft, guarded, distant, attentive. Rooms appear and reappear: staircases, courtyards, interiors lined with fabric and shadow.
Nothing overtly dramatic happens in these images. There are no monsters, no symbols to decode, no explicit narrative. Yet each portrait feels like a moment taken from a longer story: someone waiting to speak, or to leave, or simply to outlast the silence.
Seen together, the collection feels less like a gallery of characters and more like a single, continuous place that you are slowly learning how to walk through.
Token information
- Collection
- Infernalis
- Token ID
- #145
- Gender
- Man
- Age
- Young Adult
- Hair
- Shorn or Hooded
- Eyes
- Soft Brown Eyes
- Scene
- Desert Twilight
- Garment
- Simple Robe
- Composition
- Direct Gaze
- Palette
- Warm Monochrome
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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