The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken

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He was sitting in the soothing warm dakness of the garden illuminated by the everlasting trees of purple colors and bulbs of living sources of light in form of fruits which purpose was not to sate the hunger but spread the shine in the dark and fuel the growth of trees and flowers even at long nights on Eternia. But even night was calm and gentle with its blows of warm summer wind but the its howl in empty space and around the maginificent arcs and entrances among the walls of the Palace of Infinity reminded him of one thing - loneliness and sorrow. Like a lonely wolf that is howling to the moon in his sorrowful cry of endless exile and that will be forever be only one in this world.
Only couple of millions years ago this place was always filled with music, laugh and atmosphere of eternal joy and friendship with his all brother being there and the first creatures dwelling within the confines of this enourmous place where the demiurges could be normal and rest as all mortal beings. But now only garden was the place where the memories could slip again and Yin could remember good times when he could actually feel something besides the wish for of finally putting end to this universe and starting anew just for the sake of stopping this perpetual circle of blaming himself and recalling the moment when he separated with his crippled brother. He still could not forgive himself that he had no time to see what is happening around and put an end to all these treason and schemes planned behind his back. Even he was eternal he had no time. Even he was allmighty he was powerless. He was the brigthest but was blinded by the duty and burden of his own. And only in that darkness he could feel better. In light of the day creatures and monsters of the night behave unusual and put the mask which makes them more dangerous and unpredictable. In shadows they throw off their disguise and become what they are. Predictable. Natural. Real.
There will be the sunrise and with the first rays of morning he shall return to his forever going work of creating and supporting a carcass of this and many more universes like a slave of his own powers. There is no escape or salvation - he is only one who can wield this might without suductive thoughts to use them for his own good or his own wishes. His mind is a fortress and soul is a beakon. And even he hates the power he has he cannot deny - his work is a miracle and gives the hope and light for many. It creates just another day this universe will exist and will not seize to exist and fall into oblivion colapsing in void and chaos.
Love and hate are so close. And joy and sorrow are the sisters. One comes after another when she feels that its time passed. Light and dark. Life and death... Circle always rolls. And even he cannot turn it back.
Sun was rising. Moment came again... And yet another cicle begun. Time melted away so fast. It is vast and endless resource but so illusive and traitorous. Even the time and immortality was always his allies and benefits they never were on his side. Always... And never will be.

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It's been a while since i posted the art here and especially so beautiful as this one. Here we can witness Yin in his much more casual and much more cultured form that fits the status the Prince of Light and Dark. Calm yet with sorrowful gaze he is wathcing at the garden and consumed by the thoughts about near the past that brought so many pain and misfortune for him and his brother that is resting in his eternal sleep to restore his powers after horrible events that happened in the walls of this place - The Palace of Infinity that is filled with enourmous halls, vast gardens and numerous rooms that have doors leading in all universes and dimensions.
Heaviness reads in his pose and strain hangs in the air while overall garden looks peaceful and even lovely.
I cannot explain how much i love this art and how i can express my gratitude for the one and only INGVAS that brought my fantasies and hunger for beauty with the most skillful and masterful performance that i could even wish for. She is amazing and beyond the words of my admiration. Garden looks phenomenal from the trees to skies, walls and grass and above all... my beloved Yin. He looks like an elven prince and true man of culture and undescribed handsomeness. I never could even dream about such image of his. And because of her this became the reality. She is a true magician and ambassador of beauty that brings it into this gray world weaving it with her gentle hands and swift brushes.
I am amazed and shocked. Of course in good meaning of word.
And i beg you - give her love. Here is original. She truly deserved it. And none of my words can explain my love for her work and her as an artist. Sometimes emotions are louder than words.

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And again as always a fair warning. Respect both the artist and creator of the plot. They both put the soul in such things.