Always great work. Looking foreward to see much more.Thank you for the inspiration.
Sculpted within his blacken suite. The illusion begins. Welcome the melody of madness. Hungers for the tender song of his destiny. “Give me your emotion” he cries. Taken by spatial displacement. Walking his subconscious along the timeline he feel with for object. his Ghostly form reconstitutes, the sensation of trampling of bones and still moment within the heart. Blood trips from his nose. He desires the raw of adventure of this lost culture.