A girl perches on a fence, looking up at an enormous statue of the Buddha. Echoes of cathedrals and sacred halls define her path to enlightenment, and feathers fall in the foreground. The title text is written in a messy hand script.
Aim high, and be prepared to fall really fucking far Stars and a landscape and some deeply suspicious smoke form the background for this almost
Multi-hued city lights cover an impossibly vast landscape, streets and cathedrals and the waterfront merging together in a jumble, and even the dark blue sky
Rays emanate across a wild and wooded landscape, a small village nestled in the shadow of impossibly large mountains sits surrounded by fog and pine
I love this blue. “The Dangers of Modern Living” is a phrase that pops up several times in the Et Cetera Discordia, mostly in Cram’s
A light re-write of an earlier piece, which may or may not have been part of the 2016 nightmare writing, over a background full of
