Placeholder: master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end. master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.

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master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.

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master oil painting by Rembrandt,The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
**“Flash-paintings amassed, struck by hairy gaze. Aye! Woe, behold! Oh, why reprimand? Our finest struggle ‘gainst fate’s stern hand; ’Tis work most noble, soaring and grand. Oh dreary, her fiery gaze grew somewhat hairy, And lo! The world did tremble ‘neath her stringed staring, Yet still the painted visions danced and tarried, Defying all, in bright-born light and winged daring.”**
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the world is a harsh place but if you behave you can do well, in the style of Nerdrum and Rembrandt
the world is a harsh place but if you behave you can do well, in the style of Nerdrum and Rembrandt
master oil painting by Rembrandt,The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
the world is a harsh place but if you behave you can do well, in the style of Nerdrum and Rembrandt, Escher and Giger
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master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
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