sadly he never arrived. (that's what she said) rest in pasta
sadly he never arrived. (that's what she said) rest in pasta
Now arriving; the technosingularity.
Reminds me of that one Acivii song... wake me up when it's all over, when I'm wiser and I'm older. All this time I was finding myself and I... didn't know I was gone.
This is really cool. Love the detail. The contrasts in color. Dystopian and beautiful at the same time.
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Beyond the composition, to the infinite realm of interpretation, this is truly a magnificent piece. Thank you.
Amazing!
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