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Some worlds are hidden from our eyes. Even in our most secret dreams we cannot imagine their hidden terrible greatness.Under the quiet, calm surface of the river of life, darkness is hidden so deep that the blackness of space and the impenetrable blackness of the eternal sleep of the dead cannot be compared with it.There, in the depths, far from the rays of the sun, creatures born in the abyss and wrapped in a veil of impenetrable darkness hide. They crawl in viscous mud, feed on corpses, destroy the weak and trample on their bones, driven by eternal hunger and the struggle for survival in a world where the strongest devours the weak.At any moment they are ready to blind and destroy anyone who dares to recognize their most insane and terrible secrets.
Like secret oracles of fate, they affect the whole essence of our world, which is born from the very light, but inexorably calls into darkness.
Staying in absolute silence, hidden from the light, they are waiting in the wings, when everything will bear them.
Scavengers and parasites, messengers of fear, devouring the remnants of life and reveling in pitch darkness, they patiently await the end of everything, when all living things will drown in the viscous mud of evil and horror, becoming food and humus for their kingdom of eternal terror.The remnants of our civilization will turn into a house of debris and carrion, and our homes will be found as tombs, and the sun will never rise to hurt, and death itself will die on the threshold of a new world.

30x42 cm (11,8''x 16,5'')
Ink on paper

Description
Some worlds are hidden from our eyes. Even in our most secret dreams we cannot imagine their hidden terrible greatness.Under the quiet, calm surface of the river of life, darkness is hidden so deep that the blackness of space and the impenetrable blackness of the eternal sleep of the dead cannot be compared with it.There, in the depths, far from the rays of the sun, creatures born in the abyss and wrapped in a veil of impenetrable darkness hide. They crawl in viscous mud, feed on corpses, destroy the weak and trample on their bones, driven by eternal hunger and the struggle for survival in a world where the strongest devours the weak.At any moment they are ready to blind and destroy anyone who dares to recognize their most insane and terrible secrets.
Like secret oracles of fate, they affect the whole essence of our world, which is born from the very light, but inexorably calls into darkness.
Staying in absolute silence, hidden from the light, they are waiting in the wings, when everything will bear them.
Scavengers and parasites, messengers of fear, devouring the remnants of life and reveling in pitch darkness, they patiently await the end of everything, when all living things will drown in the viscous mud of evil and horror, becoming food and humus for their kingdom of eternal terror.The remnants of our civilization will turn into a house of debris and carrion, and our homes will be found as tombs, and the sun will never rise to hurt, and death itself will die on the threshold of a new world.

30x42 cm (11,8''x 16,5'')
Ink on paper