Flowerhead
Wild Roses

In the soft, hazy light of dawn, amidst the whispers of a gentle breeze, the wild roses dance upon the dew-kissed meadows, their delicate petals bathed in the blush of morning.

Oh, how they stir the depths of the soul, their thorns a reminder of life’s bittersweet embrace.

For in their untamed beauty lies a tale as old as time itself—a symphony of love and longing, of joy and sorrow.

Like the human heart, they bloom with fervent passion, yet guard their secrets with a silent grace, weaving a tapestry of emotions that binds us to the very essence of existence.

For in the wild roses, we glimpse the fragility of life, the fleeting moments of ecstasy, and the eternal longing for connection that defines the human condition.

Decay

In the tranquil pond, amidst the soft whispers of the breeze and the gentle caress of sunlight, water plants sway in a mesmerizing dance, their verdant leaves embracing the ripples of the currents with graceful elegance.

Over time, however, as the seasons weave their intricate tapestry of change, these botanical beauties begin to unveil the delicate poetry of decay. Their once-vibrant greenery surrenders to the passage of time, as nature’s gentle hand guides them towards a profound transformation. As they gracefully wilt and shed their earthly garments, a silent symphony unfolds beneath the shimmering surface, where the essence of life mingles with the timeless whispers of eternity.

Yet, amidst this ethereal dance of decay and renewal, there lingers a sense of bittersweet beauty — a reminder of the fleeting nature of existence and the eternal rhythms of creation and dissolution. It is a testament to the intricate interplay of light and shadow, life and death, that shapes the very fabric of reality. And so, as the water plants gracefully surrender to the passage of time, they become guardians of a timeless truth — a truth that speaks to the eternal cycle of transformation that binds all living beings in a sacred embrace.

Wild Roses

In the soft, hazy light of dawn, amidst the whispers of a gentle breeze, the wild roses dance upon the dew-kissed meadows, their delicate petals bathed in the blush of morning.

Oh, how they stir the depths of the soul, their thorns a reminder of life’s bittersweet embrace.

For in their untamed beauty lies a tale as old as time itself—a symphony of love and longing, of joy and sorrow.

Like the human heart, they bloom with fervent passion, yet guard their secrets with a silent grace, weaving a tapestry of emotions that binds us to the very essence of existence.

For in the wild roses, we glimpse the fragility of life, the fleeting moments of ecstasy, and the eternal longing for connection that defines the human condition.

Transhuman - Honores

Search into the Unknown. Sacrifices were Necessary.

Honores. Transhuman.

Transhuman - Circinus

Furious Acceptance Of Supreme Nothingness

Circinus. Transhuman.

Hope

The barren wide open landscape made them hopeful. The march to infinity they entered ages ago was coming to a final end it seemed. The destination of a new life within reach. “Only the last barriers to be taken …” the new evangelists chanted. The countless victims upon the path to eternal life almost forgotten. The sins of the world almost forgiven. Hope.

Transhuman - Nebula

Cloud Of Ideas Power to Prevail

Nebula. Transhuman.

Transhuman - Puerulus

Innocence Beyond the Pale Richness For Granted Stars as Toys

Puerulus. Transhuman.

Transhuman - Dawgar

Raw Power For Surviving Steel Will To the Stars Conquer them All

Dawgar. Transhuman.

Transhuman - Interstellar

Beyond the start Into Oblivion Reaching beyond the stars For the greater Being Self Discovery.

Interstellar. Transhuman.

Transhuman - Virgo

Extreme measures At all Costs For Self-Preservation No-one but Me Will Survive

Virgo. Transhuman.