A couple stare into each others eyes in the center of an unreal celestial maelstrom, clouds and nebulas merging with foggy mountains and half-seen forests. The title text is beside them, barely visible. They cannot see what is coming.
One figure fishes while another sits in contemplation, they overlap but do not interact. The vast sea is overlaid with mysterious creatures and visions of
Reds and oranges and fire and destruction! There’s one non-destroyed city view, layered on top of bombed out ruins and a roaring fire. A rock
A couple sits on a sand dune underneath the stars and ghosts of keys and wires. A hint of the strife can be found in
Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at
A couple is silhouetted against a bright green sky with patterns of a water surface, overlaid with a happy mating pair of birds, and a
“The Future is Getting Out of Hand” Broken gears and abstract cyber nonsense over a star field with some hints of Lovecraftian nonsense — it’s
