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There comes a moment when the world no longer explains itself.

A man stands at the edge of color and silence, where the golden floor of the known meets the pale monolith of the unknown. Before him, a ladder.

Thin, fragile, absurdly human.

It leans against something impossibly vast, dividing light from light, sky from sky, and meaning from mystery. The sun waits not above, but beside, like a question that’s always been there, just never asked this way.

This is not escape. This is not enlightenment.

This is the moment before belief, when every voice inside you screams to stay grounded, but your hand reaches for the first rung anyway.

Ladder to the Second Horizon

It was never meant to be seen.

Born of shadow and silence, it crawls through the canvas like a nightmare given form.

This is not the monster, they told you stories of that. This is what comes before the myth.

A presence too dark to kill. Too perfect to name.

“Alien” is a portrait of the unknowable. Rendered in streaks of void, violence, and mechanical grace.

Every brushstroke drips like acid. Every line is a wound.

This is not fear.

This is reverence. For the thing that should not exist… and yet does.

Alien

Recovered from a hidden chamber beneath Olympus Mons, each artifact is a surviving fragment of the lost Mara civilization. Geometric in form, enegmatic in purpose, they stand as the last testimony of a broken universe.

Artifact #12

A lone figure walks a path that leads to nowhere—or perhaps to the beginning of everything.

The sun is not a sun. It is a wound in the sky, softly pulsing with memories no one remembers having.

This is not about endings. This is about the moment before you choose to turn back or keep walking.

What do we become when the world no longer needs to see our faces?

“The Silence Between Suns” is a meditation on presence, purpose, and the quiet grief of existing in a universe too vast to notice you. Minimalist in form, maximal in implication—this piece belongs to the soul still asking questions after the answers have gone quiet.

Solitude in Orbit

In a city swallowed by shadow, where the sky forgets the sun and the alleys whisper secrets, a lone figure stands between the silence and the scream. Rendered in thick, defiant strokes of black and ash, his silhouette carves itself into the gloom—not merely a man, but a myth born of mourning and resolve. His pointed ears pierce the fog like a crown of vengeance, his presence both warning and promise.

This is not just a portrait of a man—it is a meditation on fear, justice, and solitude. The figure does not look at us, yet we feel seen, judged even, as though our darkest truths are known to him. He belongs to the night, but he is not consumed by it. Instead, he walks it, bends it, becomes its sovereign.

The city behind him is impressionistic, half-formed—as if reality itself hesitates to exist where he treads. Light leaks from unseen sources, not to illuminate him, but to confirm his existence, to remind us that even in absolute darkness, there are eyes that never sleep.

He does not need to speak. He never does.  
Because he sees.  
He always sees.  
Even in the dark.

Especially in the dark.

I Can See You in the Dark

Artifact #1

WITH ALL MY ART

She was never loud.

She was never asked to be.

Painted in shadow and sorrow, she stands half-emerged from the canvas like a truth buried too long. Her features are fragmented—smudged by time, scraped by memory, but never erased.

This is not a portrait.

It is a testament.

To every woman who carried the weight of what she could not say. To every soul who stayed when leaving would have been easier. To the quiet strength that survives in the dark, unseen and unthanked.

She does not cry. She does not plead.

She endures.

And in that endurance, there is defiance.

She Who Endured the Silence

⟁ PARENG RYAN 𓂀 𐌞

Recovered from a hidden chamber beneath Olympus Mons, each artifact is a surviving fragment of the lost Mara civilization. Geometric in form, enegmatic in purpose, they stand as the last testimony of a broken universe

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