Two towers of scorched matter face each other like silent witnesses, locked in conversation by candlelight. Black Moon Chandeliers fuse synthetic residue with antique brass, melting eras and materials into one ambiguous ritual. The wax slowly drips, the plastic is already frozen in collapse. Somewhere between altar and artifact, this pair suggests the end of one world and the slow ignition of another. A fragile moment in the dark, flickering, burning, enduring.