A night without a night without an end to the song, light from the other side could almost reach me here, a dream without a rest in the moment it was calm, reaching reaching for something that i know for sure
Prideful Empire
The mask on my face means everything to me, a mirror of a vision of a shattered dream.
i'm gradually getting back into drawing, since this is one of my only outlets when i'm not working on the thesis. unfortunately it's still quite difficult for me to capture my own style from before the accident. something feels missing about the level and complexity of detail.
Metal Masked Machines, built in every shape, cast in every form, alone amongst their kind, and lost in every way. Metal Mask Machines, whose mirrors cannot seem, to reflect the selves they were, before it was today.
sometimes you lose a part of yourself that never comes back. i think i'd be happy if I could draw like i used to again. but for now there has to be compromise. i think there's value in still showing some of the clumsy first steps back. see you again on the other side.
Sometimes You Lose A Part Of Yourself That Never Comes Back
Metal Made Real In Every Way, masks in the mirror in the dark arrayed, unfurl into a flurry of a billion blades, a mass of writhing metal you can see from far away.
