Bones stripped of flesh, yet a ravenous hunger, The devourer of suns watches you. From the dust of t…
Bones stripped of flesh, yet a ravenous hunger, The devourer of suns watches you. From the dust of time, I reassemble myself, To enfold you in the embrace of a dead god. Have a nice Sunday dear creative Friends 🙏
Prompt
Art purifies our souls of the dust of everyday life... and it is from this reflection that we create a striking, expressive and sombre image, in the spirit of #Fellini The Skull does not measure your speed… but only your depth.”** --- Strange. Dreamlike. Magical. 9:16 aspect ratio.
