Something about this sign creeps me out. Perhaps it’s the location of the white blotches on the figure. Are they placed their randomly? Or did someone put them there on purpose. What will I find if I walk down that alley? I’m not sure I want to know. This work by @thebeautythatstillremains is licensed under …
He was born into the modern kind of royalty, and he became a modern kind of tyrant. The petulant kind. He was accustomed to the universe belonging to him in a way his father never accepted, and they would become estranged in the future. But for now he was just the biggest brat. He was …
They scribble their messages hoping to find some semblance of meaning in the effort, but eventually the succumb to futility. All that remains is the writing on the wall they’ve left behind. The irony is after many years have passed, people will happen upon this writing, and in their effort to make sense of it, …
They plaster their heroes onto the walls and billboards so no one ever forgets them. They will forever be larger than life, a paragon of what’s possible, a reminder of your own failures. They look down upon us as all heroes should, and they have reached a level of immortality we all dream of. But …
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