LILITH

ATEN

Loneliness became my friend, and I was addicted to it..  
After feeling the peace of being alone.. 
I didn't want to deal with people again..  
Loneliness became my lover, my solitude, my sin.. 
Then.. one day...  
Loneliness left me too, to win... 
And started smelling like a sin..

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Ani Mkhitaryan, 2022

The Smell of Sin #26/66

Existence is the interplay of light and shadow, where each soul carries both virtue and vice. To deny either is to misunderstand the nature of being; balance, the acceptance of both forces within, is the foundation of wisdom. It is not perfection but the harmony of opposites that sustains our very essence. 

An1, 2024

EX1STENCE

HAZE

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MATR1ARCH

The Smell of Sin #9/66

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Born a rebel, he carved paths through darkness, blood and loyalty his armor, fiercely defending his tribe against all odds. Amidst shadowed battles, his heart remained a pure and unyielding shield, never faltering under the weight of sacrifice. As he emerged into the light, his spirit shone—bold, brave, a true warrior and protector, forever marked by the trials he endured for his people.. for his blood. 

An1, 2024

BORN REBEL

ZERO

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SuperRare

When the sky folds in on itself like a closing eye, the silence will scream louder than any plea for mercy. Beneath the weight of every unspoken truth, the soul will stand naked, trembling before the mirror of eternity, facing the final fears of judgment day...

An1, 2025

ARCL1NE

From the cradle of ruin, where even hope turns to dust, the spirit gathers its scattered embers, whispering forgotten names to the wind. In the quiet after collapse, it ascends; not as what it was, but as what it was always meant to become, forged by fire and remembered by the stars.

An1, 2025

PHOEN1X

ZER0

Let me die in the taste of truth… 
Where salt is memory, never sorrow… 
Where the scent of ash, vanilla, and oud wood rises like a blessing,  before the end of it all.. 
Silence speaks now, not of death, but of becoming… 
Touch my wounds, transform, transcend…  
Remember who I was before I healed.. 
Mori ut vitas..  
To die… is simply to return to the self 
That waited beneath it all……

An1, 2025 

MORI UT VITAS

The mind in overdrive ... where emotion, memory, and impulse flow without pause, dissolving the boundaries of self before you even realize you’re drowning...

An1, 2025

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