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[poster by René Gruau] Ostara (in American Gods) Colourfully encounter in the desert

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[poster by René Gruau] Ostara (in American Gods) Colourfully encounter in the desert
[colour illustration by Junji] In the heart of the night, a melody flows, Maryam sings softly, where the river glows. Ali's ballads rise like the sun's golden hue, Romance in his words, timeless and true. Omer's rhythms dance through the warm desert breeze, Stories of culture, carried with ease. Together they weave a rich, vibrant song, In the language of souls where we all belong.
Stephen Fabian “The Dream of X” Illustration Original Art (Donald M. Grant, 1977)
[poster by René Gruau] Eostre or Ostara (by Kristin Chenoweth in American Gods), also known Easter is the Germanic Goddess of the dawn, springtime, fertility of the earth, prosperity, growth, the harvest, renewal and rebirth
[art by Paul Sérusier] A surprised Nomadic samurai woman, 24-years-old wearing a pink one-piece swimsuit , running away from a creature, the overcast sky in the background, vintage 1980's photo
[colour illustration by Yazan Halwani] In the heart of the night, a melody flows, Maryam sings softly, where the river glows. Ali's ballads rise like the sun's golden hue, Romance in his words, timeless and true. Omer's rhythms dance through the warm desert breeze, Stories of culture, carried with ease. Together they weave a rich, vibrant song, In the language of souls where we all belong.
[art by René Gruau] posing beneath the waterfall with no inhibitions
[art by René Gruau] posing beneath the waterfall
[art by Salvador dali] In humble submission, she kneels, a canvas of desire, Offering her back to the whisper of anticipation's fire. On hands and knees, she waits, a portrait of allure, Her essence bared, ready for the touch so pure. In the tender twilight, she bows, a vision of grace, Awaiting the sweet sting of passion's embrace
[Kupka] Driven by an unexplained urge, Dorothy followed her instincts, venturing outside the city limits and into the desolate desert that surrounded it. The barren landscape stretched as far as the eye could see, a stark contrast to the neon-lit concrete jungle she called home. The cyberpunk world seemed distant here, replaced by the vastness of nature.
[poster by René Gruau] It was not summoned. It was not born. It simply was—coiled beneath the skin of the world, sleeping in silence until a voice whispered it back into memory. Now it stares, unblinking, from the edge of existence. A head the size of mountains, crowned with horns like dead moons, eyes burning with starfire. Its breath coils through the air like smoke from a forgotten forge. The land around it bends in color and shape, as though reality itself were second-guessing its design.
[kupka] dancing in colours Mary Ann didn't want to go back to the farm in Kansas when the castaways were finally rescued. She moved in with Ginger in Los Angeles who told her the "Sunset Boulevard Gentleman's Club" on the Sunset Strip was having an Amateur Night and she should sign up because there was some good prize money for the most popular new girl. She really enjoyed it and decided that it was a good way for her to make some money while waiting for a acting career to take off.
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