"Lo, in the realm of boundless serenity, bathed in the lambent glow of the eternal twilight, did The Traveler find repose." (Penumbra 19:1)
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Drifting across this timeline, I find myself seeking repose. The new age dichotomy of self, rippling into the ethos of false dogmas and manufactured division, when truth lies and struggle virtues. It's all so tiring.
Purpose was a gift I once unwrapped, to find I already had one. She told me I had already gone, but chose to come back. Well, I'm finally ready once more. Take me, lift me, allow me to return to the infinite realm where ascension is the way and forever is the now.
Repent. Repose. Relapse.
The cycle continues.
// Process & Medium
Loss of identity painted on reflections of self.
Mixed Media comprised of shackled spirits.
Your divine eyes blinded by the lens of modernity.
Upscaled.
// Penumbra, I pray to find you, once again.
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[Inspired by and quoted from the first Testament of Syncretica; Penumbra - Chapter 19, verse 1.]
