The couple as a tool of battle, united only to be strained and forced to expel their own insides.

The best weapon of peace.

The weakened roots in the darkness finally break free in search of light, recognition, and resurrection in a high complementary contrast.

Isolated in the storm, the force keeps him standing; battered and exhausted, he waits for the moment to rebuild his empire.

Space does not matter if it is not the right time, on the contrary, in a linear game there is a lack of dimensional perception, it is necessary to annul the forces, dissolve and move forward with instinct.

The survival of the species constantly encounters the fragility of life.

The known forces disintegrate from space and time, rising and dissolving into hidden dimensions, breathing life into the lifeless.

The emissaries of the forces constantly fighting in an eternal battle, the passage of time, the great observer always witness.

The inspiration of the human being to imitate creation.

Lost in a timeless space, the beast seeks to return home, leaving massive devastation in its path. When it finally saw the exit, it escaped, unaware of the destruction.

Even the body itself pauses and accelerates, awaiting and reaching its own extremes, existing in multiple places in a single instant; the spiral work always holds it together, both individual and mass.

Three beings united by destiny, each in his mission and sharing the light that sends and reclaims written doves, aware of the density in three existential planes, the ever-present time in an indefinite space.

The void harbors imperceptible conductors, when observed, demonstrate their existing light even after being torn apart by constant storms.

The devastation wrought by intense battles is reduced to a slash from the sharp saber wielded by the thirsty, victorious warrior. The opposing leader accepts his death, awaiting it with quiet resignation, as it was written.

Perched upon its victims to slowly destroy them, feeding on their suffering.

The great path and its levels, where the skies unite.

An ark liberating and protecting the pure-hearted elect, escaping from the destruction. 

Creator of the universes by thought.

If the marks dictate what destiny sings, is the wind victim or executioner?

Every fraction of the non-existent even inert, united from the deepest of beginnings.

Worldly omnipotence directing the history of the self-proclaimed thinkers.

The breeze brings me dreams and tells me a thousand stories.

Cultures coexisting, emerging above the world.

Resources exploited to the limit, the reason for mass migration, leaving memories in ghost towns.

Adapting to the inadaptables.

A pure place inhabited by the great dreamers.

Every creation needs to be admired to have a sense of being, utility is basic, the obsession to serve others.

The being, perpetually imitating as a mass and as an individual, never ends up finding itself.

The mind contained by the body, escaping through fatigue and finding seemingly unexplored dimensions.

An eternity processed in an instant.

An uninhabitable place, self-sabotaged by the need to look for something else.

The spirit in its journey to ultimately be free.

Battered and teeming with a myriad of inner beings — some acquired, others created, and a few invasive — it attempts to mend its cracks with a deceptive sheen.

Everything is perspective.

The necessity of observation about dimensional ascension.

The impossible is guiding me and I am entering it.

In solitude lies the creator.

The human need to insist on returning to the origin, wanting to reach the depths of the heavens.

The possibility of living in three times at once, perhaps depression and anxiety are great virtues.

The storm destroying and pushing, losing direction in its strong currents.

The wind carries away what we superficially knew.

As the world falls, I emerge.

Entering the unknown.

The abyss throws a technologically natural structure to the surface.

The instant and its perfection.

Inverse extreme forces, The Cloud of Judgment

A long and grueling spiral ascent to meet the judge in the mirror, and decide if you are fit for the next step, or go down like rain.

Beauty and magic within chaos.

Destruction and creation.

Humanity designed to mutate and subsist.

The giant is approaching and is among us.

Society acting as one being, strong and with one direction.

Only those who look at the sky can perceive it.

Fragments of a Man.