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Cloaked in bone-white feathers and silence, the Owl emerges only when the stars demand it. As the last priest of a forgotten order, he performs rituals no living soul remembers. His eyes reflect constellations; his voice, if ever heard, speaks only in ancient tongues. To witness his rites is to stand between time and shadow.
Printed on Satin Luster paper. Choose from sizes 8×8 in, 10×10 in, 12×12 in.
Cloaked in bone-white feathers and silence, the Owl emerges only when the stars demand it. As the last priest of a forgotten order, he performs rituals no living soul remembers. His eyes reflect constellations; his voice, if ever heard, speaks only in ancient tongues. To witness his rites is to stand between time and shadow.
Printed on Satin Luster paper. Choose from sizes 8×8 in, 10×10 in, 12×12 in.