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"Nothing known, thinking alone, though in unison the unknown is true. We can never fathom what hasn't happened when infinity is our adversary. Gleaming in darkness our ancestors pardoned the light that would set us aligned. In our lives at last, we can't seem to grasp the future for our kin. It's seems so bleak to perpetually seek endowments superficial and blank. Vague as they may be, our purpose to see is clouded by insecurity. That hope we carry among a lost heft of many, is shinning still because we know. It's always been here, blanketed by fear, though it's humbly awaiting our return.
Far north, deep south, feast your eyes and feed your mouth. I heard a tune, and played to my weaknesses. The last hostile imposition strengthened my ire, though not ill did it express itself. The greatest power we hold within is to be harnessed and uttered through a melodious transmission. Can our focus not drift? May our purest form linger among the quintessence of our divine being? Why do we flee the notion of perfection? What impurities plague us so, that we must regress to vile behavior and malicious intentions? Are we fighting, still? When you wander among the impoverished plague, do you not feel seperated? Only eyes who have it made will gaze upon these fragments, unfamiliar to survival and Nature's relentless hold. Zues electrfies your eyes for another day, enslaved to the outlet you hold on to for salvation. You can never hope to dream when you're stuck awake, scrolling through the pigments that we all make. "
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Holy crap
Forgot about this request
She looks very ethereal. Might actually make some minor rewrites to Victoria in order to accommodate all these witch arts lol
And holy shit that's a lot of words that don't actually mean anything but really fit the art, if that makes sense.
Far north, deep south, feast your eyes and feed your mouth. I heard a tune, and played to my weaknesses. The last hostile imposition strengthened my ire, though not ill did it express itself. The greatest power we hold within is to be harnessed and uttered through a melodious transmission. Can our focus not drift? May our purest form linger among the quintessence of our divine being? Why do we flee the notion of perfection? What impurities plague us so, that we must regress to vile behavior and malicious intentions? Are we fighting, still? When you wander among the impoverished plague, do you not feel seperated? Only eyes who have it made will gaze upon these fragments, unfamiliar to survival and Nature's relentless hold. Zues electrfies your eyes for another day, enslaved to the outlet you hold on to for salvation. You can never hope to dream when you're stuck awake, scrolling through the pigments that we all make. "
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Holy crap
Forgot about this request
She looks very ethereal. Might actually make some minor rewrites to Victoria in order to accommodate all these witch arts lol
And holy shit that's a lot of words that don't actually mean anything but really fit the art, if that makes sense.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Vulture
Size 1280 x 940px
File Size 215.7 kB
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