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RAGING EARTH :: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDGk7umJzwI
It is a world of regularity, one of purposeful bodily form we inhabit. Its anatomy is staggering and towers above all, with the firmament stretched between Its ribs in the heavens above. And behold, the veins that run through the very lithic flesh we stand on, revealing Its mesmerizing godhood to us all at a glance. Even in death, Its structures are one of holy beauty that demand reverence.
It whispers to Its chosen few from the deepest depths of Its former body. And yet, through sacred stone and channeled form, Its presence becomes tangible to all. A hole rests at the center of all our sacred structures – a mere imitation of the Whispering Abyss Itself, and yet Its hushed whispers fill the ears of Its devoted worshippers from afar. Such is the power of form itself.
It has waited so, so long, resting in the gutted shell of Its former self. And yet, even in death, It still lingers, unlike many of Its kind long lost to eons of destruction. For It stirs in deepest depths, like a seed planted in rich soil awaiting to finally sprout after a long, dark winter. The foundations of this world shall nourish It back to strength.
It speaks of a pale shore – ever-distant wherever one chooses to go, and yet omnipresent, as if its waters quietly washed upon every point of this world at once. A realm of godly will. Should It finally set foot there at last, it promises salvation in eternity itself. All shall be righteous.
For a lie shall otherwise remain a lie forevermore.
A design for a warrior priest of the Wise Men of Nimyar Un cult for my personal setting "Sanctum" - worshipping the physical world itself as being the past incarnation of an undying god, with its consciousness stirring below in the deepest caverns before its inevitable return.
It is a world of regularity, one of purposeful bodily form we inhabit. Its anatomy is staggering and towers above all, with the firmament stretched between Its ribs in the heavens above. And behold, the veins that run through the very lithic flesh we stand on, revealing Its mesmerizing godhood to us all at a glance. Even in death, Its structures are one of holy beauty that demand reverence.
It whispers to Its chosen few from the deepest depths of Its former body. And yet, through sacred stone and channeled form, Its presence becomes tangible to all. A hole rests at the center of all our sacred structures – a mere imitation of the Whispering Abyss Itself, and yet Its hushed whispers fill the ears of Its devoted worshippers from afar. Such is the power of form itself.
It has waited so, so long, resting in the gutted shell of Its former self. And yet, even in death, It still lingers, unlike many of Its kind long lost to eons of destruction. For It stirs in deepest depths, like a seed planted in rich soil awaiting to finally sprout after a long, dark winter. The foundations of this world shall nourish It back to strength.
It speaks of a pale shore – ever-distant wherever one chooses to go, and yet omnipresent, as if its waters quietly washed upon every point of this world at once. A realm of godly will. Should It finally set foot there at last, it promises salvation in eternity itself. All shall be righteous.
For a lie shall otherwise remain a lie forevermore.
A design for a warrior priest of the Wise Men of Nimyar Un cult for my personal setting "Sanctum" - worshipping the physical world itself as being the past incarnation of an undying god, with its consciousness stirring below in the deepest caverns before its inevitable return.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Scenery
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It's always an impressive sign of the richness of a piece's atmosphere when I look at the snowdrifts and shiver involuntarily. There's a stark serenity to these kinds of scenes that I love to experience in the real world, and which always draws me in when I see them in fiction.
Love it! Both the flow robes and the polearm resembling a religious symbol! Also, the blinding light of the snow turned out very well! I can almost imagine the complete silence of the scene, interrupted only by a sporadic creak when the figure changes position slightly.
What is the place behind them? I'm curious, though I don't know if I should...
What is the place behind them? I'm curious, though I don't know if I should...
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