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Made by KiJaein
Commission for Qube-Core

Artwork & Character-Design (C) KiJaein
Character (C) Qube-Core
Idea (C) Qube-Core

All thanks to KiJaein for making this possible!

Description:

With every new day begins a new journey. One way, one path. Always the same road. A path in the course of invisible sand. Without traces, adorned with scars, driven by rut, the repetitive loop denies the rhythm of the sun, moon and stars. Worn by faithful legs, inspired by soft wings and yet dragged to the ground by links of heavy chains.

Monsters in our heads. Monsters that haunt us. Monsters we hunt down. Often they drive us into corners or are found in corners. Some bear the seeds of our doubts. Some let us shudder at our darkest thoughts. Seldom do they lead us to places of forgotten horror. But they often become victims of our wrath. Understanding monsters makes us look like them. Links of heavy chains.

Loss and tireless grief. In pits of hectic violence near deep-reaching wells of boiling disgust. Sleazy pitch-hearts as consolation of false love. Slings of nameless commandments flashing like the knife of false trust. Festive decadence of polite contempt at the table of bloody Teaparties steaming cups from the shards of hope. Countless promises broken carelessly, strung like the links of heavy chains.

Endless corridor of gray dreariness. Lined by blocked doors of potential opportunities and rooms of empty disappointment. Endless corridor of dying time. Draped with paintings of hollow faces. Windows black like coal. Endless corridor of fading memories. Paved with dying books. Tainted with drowning images. Endless corridor of clangorous grinding. Chains heavy and leaden. Chains covered in bloody smear. Links of heavy chains drill into rotting flesh as roots of despair.

Description

Made by KiJaein
Commission for Qube-Core

Artwork & Character-Design (C) KiJaein
Character (C) Qube-Core
Idea (C) Qube-Core

All thanks to KiJaein for making this possible!

Description:

With every new day begins a new journey. One way, one path. Always the same road. A path in the course of invisible sand. Without traces, adorned with scars, driven by rut, the repetitive loop denies the rhythm of the sun, moon and stars. Worn by faithful legs, inspired by soft wings and yet dragged to the ground by links of heavy chains.

Monsters in our heads. Monsters that haunt us. Monsters we hunt down. Often they drive us into corners or are found in corners. Some bear the seeds of our doubts. Some let us shudder at our darkest thoughts. Seldom do they lead us to places of forgotten horror. But they often become victims of our wrath. Understanding monsters makes us look like them. Links of heavy chains.

Loss and tireless grief. In pits of hectic violence near deep-reaching wells of boiling disgust. Sleazy pitch-hearts as consolation of false love. Slings of nameless commandments flashing like the knife of false trust. Festive decadence of polite contempt at the table of bloody Teaparties steaming cups from the shards of hope. Countless promises broken carelessly, strung like the links of heavy chains.

Endless corridor of gray dreariness. Lined by blocked doors of potential opportunities and rooms of empty disappointment. Endless corridor of dying time. Draped with paintings of hollow faces. Windows black like coal. Endless corridor of fading memories. Paved with dying books. Tainted with drowning images. Endless corridor of clangorous grinding. Chains heavy and leaden. Chains covered in bloody smear. Links of heavy chains drill into rotting flesh as roots of despair.