“Light clung to the bottle and fractured into spinning shards, tracing the quiet curve of its body like an image engraved by an eye outside of time.”
EKSUVIYA
A fracture in perception. A door appearing where no door should be. A descent into the liminal, the sensual, the unmaking of self.
About
A single flicker is enough.
A door appears – an impossibly black threshold, unreal in its stillness.
It opens onto a forbidden sanctuary
where desire, chaos, and consciousness blur into the indistinguishable.
There, the boundary between desire and loss folds, coils, collapses – until it becomes the desire for loss.
For Clément, the fall is not a danger – it is an attraction. An initiation through shadows, bodies and visions, where each step erases a little more of who he thought he was.
Eksuviya explores dissociation, mystical dread, and the peculiar tenderness of allowing the self to come undone — a psychic, sensual, and brutal descent, from which no return is promised.
Fragments
“The black of the door was not a colour but a gravity - something pulling on him, on his thoughts, on his shadow.”
“Light spilled from his chest — not light, but something brighter than light, something that unmade every boundary.”
“He had always felt a muted need to feed a hidden pocket of shadow meant to counterbalance an excess of light.”
“The place felt like a living organism: corridors that shifted like veins, shadows that breathed, a geometry changing at every step.”