“Hell hath no fury like a woman who is done with your shit”
Text is rendered simply in black with a light shadow, key words picked out in larger type.
A fractal sphere floats in an empty stairwell, tiles of the real and imaginary interacting in absolutely eye-searing pink. The text reads “Blessed are those
Pastel blues and pinks blush over a harsh landscape of snowy mountains and dangerous wooded paths. A girl sits in the center, hair blown into
A solitary tree sits on a dreamlike plain, cut through by a ribbon of water or something entirely stranger. Splatters of color and hints of
Dangling exotic lamps float in defiance of the laws of physics, framing a hallway with a cathedral ceiling and a floor of Hindu sculptures. Starlight
A hooded figure rests against a tree trunk at a wooden bridge, though it’s unclear whether they are merely tired or worse. The woods are
In addition to the large central message and frame, the background has a pattern of cogs over a sepia-tone mess of supreme courts and churches.
