We want to control everything. We are losing the ability to feel. We feed on synthetic adrenaline that fades in seconds. I have always loved simplicity—walking barefoot on the beach and gazing at the starry sky. "Will they visit us tonight?" I wonder every time I see the lanterns scattered across the dark curtain. Humans, the most naive beings in the Universe, want to control everything yet they are completely blind. A new world is approaching, where humans, robots, and extraterrestrials will cross paths in the same Universe. I don’t think I will be alive to see it, but I will be a spectator from another world. For now, all I can do is paint what is to come.

Afterward

Electricity

When eyes gaze through that lens, they believe they see everything, yet in truth, they see nothing... What is real? Where are we, truly? I feel so small, yet at the same time, the universe whispers that we are immense—immense because we are part of something infinite. History is not as they tell it: reality is unreal, and the unreal is real. "Nothing is what it seems" echoes in my mind again and again, just like "The bad are the good, and the good are the bad..." Never close your mind

Nonexistent

I am not within the circle of the gods. Am I lost in the world of my ancestors’ spirits? I believe that when I stand within the circle, I am bound to the ancient laws—but now, I stand outside, surrounded by the echoes of old battles, aware that I am in the shadow of forgotten oaths. Which circle is the true one? If the fire that warms my dreams is real, why do they call it a myth? My strength is real—I can feel it in my bones, hear the chants of warriors, even taste the ash of the sacred fire. The Viking’s sight is keen, but even he cannot see the endless rings that surround him... How foolish! We only believe in what we can touch, yet the circle of fate is invisible, woven from the strands of time. How many senses do we possess especially when we cannot even see the threads that bind us, yet we follow them blindly

Vikings

My center is at the center. I am behind this, clinging tightly with my claws. When the current calms, I wander into the city, climbing skyscrapers to watch what unfolds below. I love the adrenaline of walking on rooftops, but nothing is more satisfying than gazing at the sky. In some way, we are connected to it. Looking up, I see how the colors of the earth rise and dance with the clouds. Do you really believe no one is watching from above? We are made of stardust, yet we fail to grasp that what we see is merely the reflection of events from millions of years ago. Many of those stars have died… How beautiful must those supernovae have been? The universe is filled with the corpses of stars—what fate awaits them as they fall into a black hole? Our very laws of physics crumble. We are so egotistical that we believe we are alone

My center

I am not inside the circle. Am I unprotected in the world of my dreams? I believe that when I am inside the circle, I am conscious—but now I have awakened within this dream, and I am aware that I am dreaming. Which one is the real world? If what I feel in my dreams is real, why do they cal them fantasies? My dreams are real—I can see them, feel them, even smel them. The human eye is limited, unable to see beyond… How foolish! We only believe in what we can see, which is absurd, given how many senses we possess—especialy when we cannot even see words, yet we sti l believe in them.

Magin

I am here, striving to stay centered and silent. I would be happy if I could remain unmoved by what is not a part of me, but when I look out the window, I see everything passing by. I ask myself over and over again: Why are you here? I am not in the right state of mind to analyze the situation and say enough. Until one day, I said: No more! I created this piece during a very, very sad time in my life… I lived in a castle built on lies, which slowly crumbled. And when everything lay in ruins, I ran with all my strength— only to find chains at the end of the road. "No more," I kept thinking as I closed my eyes. I felt the morning grass brushing against my skin while the breeze played with my hair, and I thought: This is called freedom. I was deprived of my freedom physically, but I never lost my emotional freedom.

Cell

I wish I knew which way to go. I see so many doors, windows, and ropes to climb that my eyes grow dizzy and my mind unsettled. Perhaps taking the train would be best? No—I’d rather walk through the grass. It looks like the simplest and most pleasant path, but I enjoy the difficult road. Hahaha, I’ll keep going down the path of hardship. Why? Because I feel that all roads lead to the same end—after all, we are born to die. The difficult path draws me in; I embrace it because it allows me to live life intensely. That adrenaline is addictive—both victories and defeats alike. Inside this space, boredom does not exist. I have created countless tools to build a better present. After all this time, I’ve come to realize—there is no right path. The path is yours to create.

Dimension

Above us, another dimension exists, and within that dimension, an even greater one embraces it, covering it with its mantle. As I reflect, I realize how small we are—yet I feel immense. I am part of this vast energy that nourishes us. I can experience so many different emotions within me, and they become even more intense when I am aware of how wonderful and complex life is. I do not ask too many questions because I am certain that beyond the circle, there is an infinite world where all circles are connected by the great circle. The great circle is you.

Ensemble

I would like to explain this deeply... I have more questions than answers, but all I know is that I know nothing And if we recognized our ignorance, we would be wiser. Humans have consciousness, yet many times we don’t know how to use it. We are egotists playing at being gods… While believing foolish things at the same time. Here, the madman is the only sane one.

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