slow down your breathing, time slows down, we will feel the rhythm if we are meant to. at that moment you will accept the truth and the inevitable.

breath.

Anastasiia Gil

accept life's timing over your own, settle for nothing less. enjoy everything while it is there and let it go when it has to go.

feel it.

they call your reality a disease that differs from generally accepted norms, they expect you to behave as if everything is fine with you, they don't perceive that this is you, that this is your world.

silently scream.

diamond reflections of the soul, shine so bright, blinding those who can't see below the surface. 

soul.

on your sands i surfaced
from the depths of you.
with our dreams in my lungs, 
giving breath to two.

i'll sing like a siren
manifesting my view.
dark skies, turn golden,
intangible, but true.

Breathe Through Me

She knows everything about you. Devoid of eyes, her perception goes beyond the visual, choosing you with a creepy purpose. Her photographs and the sacrifices associated with her existence attest to the pleasure in the pain of others that she shares with those she chooses.

People need chaos, they crave it, depression, struggle, uprisings, murders, all this horror... We are inexorably drawn to the wild state arising from death and destruction, we enjoy it.

Slender Woman

in the dark water, where silence and darkness,
a girl is floating in her loneliness,
her heart a vessel, yearning to be heard,
amidst the whispers of a watery world.

within the depths, fish gaze upon her chakras,
enchanted by her ethereal aura,
their eyes, like stars, reflect upon the waves,
revealing faces, mystical and arcane.

upon those waves, faces barely visible,
like shadows dancing in the depths so visceral,
they whisper, their words distorted and echoing
a mystery, their origins slowly reckoning.

softly they murmur dreams and sacred truths,
she listens, captivated by their profuse,
voices countless, like the ocean's endless streams,
she drifts away, losing herself in their dreams.

like the wind's caress upon her lashes,
she's free, untamed, adrift in liquid flashes,
a dance of destiny, water and her soul,
through whispers of unknown, she becomes whole.

Swimming In Subconciousness

God of Dreams

Forgotten entrance, unsolved mysteries. Faded mailboxes tell about the stories of life lived within these walls. Sealed letters, unfinished conversations, unspoken confessions. Forgotten messages are the remnants of life, once intertwined, but torn apart by the passage of time. A lone spinning top serves as a poignant reminder of the fragility of life and the inexorable passage of time. Elevators are a means of escape, but they hold the secrets of countless journeys that have now been silenced forever. Cameras capturing the lives of these people. But what happened? Who is in danger now?

Forgotten Entrance

Inside the crypt, the remains of innocent souls who met an untimely end are kept in eternal urns. Porcelain playmates, eerily realistic and forever frozen in time, serve as their keepers in the afterlife.
Tarot cards symbolize the journey of these departed souls, seeking peace and understanding in the darkness surrounding them. Intertwined hands manipulate the destinies of those who unwittingly fell into this realm. 

Will they find peace or will they come to life with malicious intent and a thirst for revenge? Here, innocence collides with malevolence.


Resurrection of the Innocent

Horrors of the Heart

The Amazon Vampire. Legend has it that Vladiona's bite doesn't bring death, but rather a profound connection to the Amazon itself. Those who survive her embrace are said to become protectors of the rainforest, joining her in the eternal quest to ensure the Amazon's survival.

Vladiona

When you feel that others are strange, you combine elements of your soul that others are struggling to reconcile or reject. Embrace your uniqueness and accept yourself.

She the Devil

Metamorphoses

Amidst the hustle of daily life, amidst the demands of work and the monotony of routine, she exudes strength and independence outwardly. Yet, within, she grapples with vulnerability and solitude.

Beneath the Neon Surface

Neon Nymph

Milky Way

I left my comfort for a connection and never looked back.

Rendezvous

You grasp an album filled with photos you haven't laid eyes on in ages. Your journey begins through the corners of your memories.

The initial gift etched in memory, the inaugural thrill, genuine emotions. These sentiments are often overshadowed by time, yet the pure joy derived from simple things should not be overlooked. Remember, life's joy surrounds you—immerse yourself in it, savor every moment.

Tiny joy 

Memories

The landscape has shifted. Words are now hastily scanned. Our essence shaped by the narratives we consume. Peer into their eyes.

Threads of change

We write about life... but can't live it.

Aria is a living paradox, a testament to the resilience that thrives within boundaries and the freedom that can be found even in captivity.

Aria 

Ghost Orchid

Enigma

touch me.

I have to hide behind a mask to protect myself. because every new day I look for my place where I will feel at home.


nomadic.

yes, you think I'm naive, and maybe it's true,
getting burned now and then is what we all do.
but I'll guard myself well when the risks grow high,
and if not, you'll be the first one to whom I cry.

Untouched

Kindness is not weakness, but my strength. I embrace the world with an open heart, but that doesn't mean I will let anyone hurt me. Protecting oneself is natural, just as it's to demand respect.

The issue isn't in the imperfections of others, but in our inability to find reflections of ourselves in them. True simplicity is the awareness of one's dignity and the confidence that comes with it. And even if I find myself alone in this world, I will find comfort, because it comes not from the external, but from within.

Assertiveness

Fighting imposed labels. Fighting to become like everyone else. This is the moment when a person loses principles, loses soul, loses himself. Everyone thinks that you are a robot, without feelings and emotions. Sincere laughter - scares them. Sadness, suffering - makes them laugh.

The thirst for true freedom. To see beauty in small things, a little hope. But for them - just a doll, just a human imitation, a shell without a soul. Let me be something more than just a reflection of your principles and fears.

Imitation

Weak hearts attract demons, they eat our screams, drink our pain. Parasitic on our desires to believe. Defeat, suppression, obsession. We do not ask for the lives that are given to us. But we have the right to defend our lives. Accept or fight, the choice is yours.

Hell

It's a feeling that is beautiful to watch but scary to experience. understanding how to live & act in the present. you don't fight nature, you become it.

catch a wave.

write the notes, hear the notes, play your life at your own rhythm.

sounds of life.

to see the world, you need to feel fear. without noticing it ourselves, we lose our heads without losing our lives.



fearlessness.

a suicidal person who died while trying to escape from self, salvation by the wrong people for the wrong reasons.

escape.

diamond reflections of the soul, shine so bright, blinding those who can't see below the surface.



Music is like a film. Can you hear it? I feel like I’m falling into an unknown world, where every note is paint, a new frame, every chord is a new facet of your perception, every rhythm is a new story. You're in another world. Free fall. Music is not emptiness, but rather a journey. You will never fall.

Hear the colors

Imagine, what would happen in a world where people don't show their true emotions. People are embarrassed when they speak on their own behalf. Give them a mask and they will tell you the whole truth. But do not play with it, the time will come and you will not be able to remove them without touching part of your own skin. And don't forget that your eyes won't be able to lie, someone will be able to read your soul.


Anonymous

In a realm where sustenance and necessities are acquired by trading one's years. Individuals, devoid of a sense of why they live and work and devoid comprehension of their purpose merely seek sustenance and the minimal energy required to function. Nothing comes easy, you need to put in some effort and a little luck, you need to know how to play to win. And even this will not be a guarantee that you will get what you need. Life is not a game we play, but a game we create. Play blind.


Blind game

Life is like a movie: you find your role and play it to the end. We're both performers and audience members simultaneously. Primarily, introspect before passing judgments on others or the universe. There's no need to conform to societal expectations or pace. Instead, embrace your role, and let your growth unfold. Nao will show you her story.

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