Born of night and bone, this design centres the moth as a sacred omen of transformation. A skeletal visage emerges beneath velvet-dark wings, patterned like lunar sigils, crowned by a glowing crescent that watches in silence. The moth — drawn to flame, to endings, to truth — becomes a guide between worlds, carrying the soul through decay toward rebirth. Cool indigo and spectral blues shimmer against black, giving the image a ritualistic calm rather than fear. It feels nocturnal, patient, and inevitable, like something seen just before dawn fades. This shirt is a quiet devotion to the beauty of impermanence — where death is not an end, but a necessary metamorphosis.
