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[art by Alex Maleev] the reflection in the mirror is not her

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[art by Alex Maleev]
Alex Maleev, unused cover illustration, 2005: In a bustling café, the Wounded Gallic Warrior and the woman resembling the Sleeping Hermaphrodite find solace amidst the chaos of the modern world. His tattered armor and fur-lined cloak clash with the contemporary setting, drawing curious glances. Her flowing garments blend seamlessly with both ancient and modern realms. Their eyes meet, conveying determination and empathy. The warrior confesses his struggle with the unfamiliar surroundings, seekin
Alex Maleev, unused cover illustration, 2005: In a bustling café, the Wounded Gallic Warrior and the woman resembling the Sleeping Hermaphrodite find solace amidst the chaos of the modern world. His tattered armor and fur-lined cloak clash with the contemporary setting, drawing curious glances. Her flowing garments blend seamlessly with both ancient and modern realms. Their eyes meet, conveying determination and empathy. The warrior confesses his struggle with the unfamiliar surroundings, seekin
[photography by Titian, Rembrandt van Rijn, by Jeremy Mann, Luis Royo,] Her nimble fingers examined each mechanical joint, repairing what she could and providing solace to their worn mechanisms. Her touch, gentle yet firm, conveyed a profound understanding of their inner workings. She listened to their whirrs and clicks, interpreting the language of their mechanical souls.With the storm's fury as their backdrop, Maria Magdalena nurtured these machines back to a semblance of vitality. She wiped a
Alex Maleev, unused cover illustration, 2005: [greek goddess model in flesh] In the midst of a busy city, a woman stands out with her serene expression and poised demeanor. Her chiton drapes gracefully, revealing her feminine curves and accentuating her beauty. She exudes an air of timeless elegance, captivating all who cross her path. Every detail, from her lips to her eyes, showcases the sculptor's meticulous craftsmanship. Her presence brings a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of the ci
Alex Maleev, unused cover illustration, 2005: [greek goddess model in flesh] In the midst of a busy city, a woman stands out with her serene expression and poised demeanor. Her chiton drapes gracefully, revealing her feminine curves and accentuating her beauty. She exudes an air of timeless elegance, captivating all who cross her path. Every detail, from her lips to her eyes, showcases the sculptor's meticulous craftsmanship. Her presence brings a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of the ci
Alex Maleev, unused cover illustration, 2005: [greek goddess model in flesh] Seraphina, a nymph-like woman, possessed ethereal beauty in a secluded forest. Adorned in flowing garments, she held a seashell with mystical significance. The seashell symbolized her connection to water and served as a conduit for communication or transformation. Seraphina's serene expression and posture reflected her harmony with the natural world. Her enchanting presence hinted at a deep understanding of nature's mys
Dahlia walked with her scythe to her apartment, waiting for the night to fall. When Dahlia arrived home, she got undressed and took a shower. Afterwards, she put on a pair of loose cotton pants and a tight shirt. Dahlia walked through the apartment and checked the balcony, it seemed the coast was clear.
[art by Alex Maleev]
[blue scarf] Sabrina was a sight to behold, with long black hair flowing like ink as she moved. Her eyes seemed to glow an otherworldly crimson under the stage lights. Whispers spread that she was no ordinary woman - they said she was the offspring of Satan himself. As she sang, her voice carried a hypnotic power that wrapped around your mind and refused to let go. The crowd screamed the lyrics along with her, lost in the music's spell. All tension and worries melted away as bodies collided
Dahlia walked with her scythe to her apartment, waiting for the night to fall. When Dahlia arrived home, she got undressed and took a shower. Afterwards, she put on a pair of loose cotton pants and a tight shirt. Dahlia walked through the apartment and checked the balcony, it seemed the coast was clear.
[art by Ralph Steadman] Masamune Shirow style: fantasy oil painting of Standing tall and muscular, her imposing figure was further accentuated by the intricate braids that framed her face, a testament to her skill and artistry even in the midst of battle. Her gaze was steely and unwavering, her large fangs bared in a silent snarl that spoke volumes of the fierce warrior within.
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