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Darknexx 16 Nov @ 9:35pm 
Amazing :HB_Heart:
KuRoro 31 Oct @ 4:43pm 
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KuRoro 31 Oct @ 4:42pm 
It’s strange how an image can reach beyond being just pixels on a screen, carrying with it not only colors and shapes but something quieter, something deeper, like a memory you almost remember or a dream that refuses to fade, and the more you look at it, the more it unfolds, not rushing to show itself but patiently waiting, like it has all the time in the world, inviting you to linger, to notice the silence between the details, to feel the weight of calm that hums underneath, until it becomes less about what you see and more about what it awakens inside, a reminder that art is never only seen—it’s experienced, absorbed, and carried with you long after the screen goes dark.
KuRoro 31 Oct @ 4:42pm 
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KuRoro 31 Oct @ 4:41pm 
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KuRoro 31 Oct @ 4:41pm 
It feels less like looking at an image and more like stumbling into a dream that decided not to vanish when the morning came, a fragment of another world spilling quietly into this one, where colors drift like mist and shadows breathe like ancient whispers, and the longer you linger the less it feels like pixels and the more it feels like a hidden place with its own sky, its own silence, its own heartbeat, waiting patiently for anyone willing to pause and listen, as though the picture itself is not showing something but remembering something, a secret too vast for words yet gentle enough to offer itself freely, leaving you with the uncanny sense that you’ve seen this before—not here, not now, but somewhere beyond, somewhere just out of reach, where wonder has no reason to hide.
KuRoro 31 Oct @ 4:41pm 
 
This artwork feels like a fragment of a dream left behind—
a doorway into a silence deeper than words.
 
Colors glow as if carrying secrets,
lines twist like paths through forgotten memories,
and the whole piece breathes with something unseen.
 
It doesn’t simply ask to be looked at;
it asks to be felt,
as though its meaning lies beyond the frame,
in the mystery it leaves behind.