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In a Wes Anderson-esque world: God/Deicide

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In a Wes Anderson-esque world: God/Deicide
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For centuries, the Keeper had stood guard, a silent witness to the passage of time, to the rise and fall of empires, to the fleeting nature of mortality. Yet, in this moment, as the petals danced like flames in the darkness, the Keeper felt a stirring within the void of his chest—a whisper of something that felt like sorrow, or perhaps, longing.
For centuries, the Keeper had stood guard, a silent witness to the passage of time, to the rise and fall of empires, to the fleeting nature of mortality. Yet, in this moment, as the petals danced like flames in the darkness, the Keeper felt a stirring within the void of his chest—a whisper of something that felt like sorrow, or perhaps, longing.
In a Wes Anderson-esque world: God/Deicide
[Animal Farm: pigs, colorfull photo from collection gilman and gonzalez-FALLA] As the sun rose over the fields of Animal Farm, casting a golden hue on the training grounds, Old Major, adorned in his costume for the Discus Throw event, stood with a sense of solemn determination. His aged eyes gleamed with a fire of leadership as he prepared to demonstrate his strength and wisdom in the upcoming Animal Farm Olympics. Nearby, Snowball, dressed for the High Jump competition, exuded an air of innovat
The Bene Gesserit stands amidst the unforgiving desert, adorned in a stillsuit
[viking Lady] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
[solid viking warrior] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
the material form is no different from the void of shapeless emptiness; the material form is the same as emptiness, and emptiness the same as the material form.
In a Wes Anderson-esque world: God/Deicide
[art by Zdzisław Beksiński]

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