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Even before the ancestors of man began to conquer the land, the most ancient indescribable forces already ruled this world. The forces of nature ruthlessly and impartially destroyed, altered and transformed everything that exists, under the cold gaze of those who hide in the impenetrable darkness of centuries.Years passed, epochs changed, this planet froze alone in the endless darkness of the vast Universe.And we are wanderers in a cruel and merciless world, we imagine ourselves to be perfect creatures, ourselves not realizing our own insignificance. We think we can bear the weight of this planet on our shoulders, but its power will easily break our spines, because the greatness of the human race has always been an illusion.Greatness and decline have always been companions and went hand in hand, the highest value can disappear in a matter of seconds, and the most powerful of people will sooner or later turn into withered bones. The feeling of one's own greatness is short-term and feigned, while decadence and decay relentlessly and purposefully moves to feast on the remains of former greatness.Time is the devourer of worlds, constantly invisibly watching the rise and fall of all things, and after the expiration of time, the very concept of death will disappear.

60 x 30 cm, black ink an paper, golden potal

Description
Even before the ancestors of man began to conquer the land, the most ancient indescribable forces already ruled this world. The forces of nature ruthlessly and impartially destroyed, altered and transformed everything that exists, under the cold gaze of those who hide in the impenetrable darkness of centuries.Years passed, epochs changed, this planet froze alone in the endless darkness of the vast Universe.And we are wanderers in a cruel and merciless world, we imagine ourselves to be perfect creatures, ourselves not realizing our own insignificance. We think we can bear the weight of this planet on our shoulders, but its power will easily break our spines, because the greatness of the human race has always been an illusion.Greatness and decline have always been companions and went hand in hand, the highest value can disappear in a matter of seconds, and the most powerful of people will sooner or later turn into withered bones. The feeling of one's own greatness is short-term and feigned, while decadence and decay relentlessly and purposefully moves to feast on the remains of former greatness.Time is the devourer of worlds, constantly invisibly watching the rise and fall of all things, and after the expiration of time, the very concept of death will disappear.

60 x 30 cm, black ink an paper, golden potal