"Who am I? Where am I, and how? Why am I even?
No matter if you find it out or not, the only ones that really care about us are ourselves.
No matter out there cares about anything here - but for what is it all then?

The matter stopped accepting its prisoned existence and tried to form itself, move on its own. Nothing could free it, it knew. Just the illusion of freedom and autonomy, just this very small moment before it must give in to the the great laws again, was enough for the unstable ones."


A bit older artwork I made (a month or two I think. I just did not upload it yet.)
Character on this is a beloved OC of mine.