We are so great at making the same mistakes. Over and over again. Could we please stop?
I feel like that sometimes
тυя۹υσιѕє ∂яєαмѕ
Amidst the cacophony of countless voices, I find myself drowning in the overwhelming noise. Every whisper, every shout merges into a tumultuous sea, pulling me under, leaving me yearning for a breath of silence
Whispers of the Unknown
Terror of Coexistence
Night falls on me
「侘寂」
municipal waste
Yūrei Nocturnum
THEY LIVE INSIDE OUR GUTS
fighting in despair
It created and envisioned many different worlds
Slaughter of the Innocents
DISINTEGRATION ANXIETY
These pieces symbolize the fear that has accompanied my life for a long time. They represent not only death, but also the disappearance of people we love and know. Those who were once close now seem light years away. There is constant change and constant movement. We can never go back
Ancient Azure
Truth will prevail. I hope
Victims of the conspiracy
fermi paradox
dark forces never sleep
In a forgotten forest, shadows dance beneath the moonlight, concealing the spirits of lost souls seeking solace in the darkness
Until you become yourself
holograph + fractal = universe
Dzisiaj po polsku. Oto Baba Jaga
HIGH FREQUENCIES
PART 2 ®
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ﾑﾚｲ乇尺刀ﾑｲ乇 u刀ﾉ√乇尺丂乇
How do we live when in the blink of an eye, everything can vanish. Our planet, our world, engulfed by darkness. Was it an asteroid, an unknown force, or the wrath of a frustrated leader finally unleashing atomic fury? The echoes of humanity silenced in a fraction of a second, leaving behind only whispers of what once was