
I blink, lost in a haze. Lost memory, lost track.
Where am I...
The green. The ruins. The fog. That eerie silence, interrupted only by the music of the wind. The Dreamworld.
Homecoming... I am back. It doesn't make sense, I travelled far... Yet there are no answers. All paths lead there. This palace of the Mind, the graveyard of forgotten grand ideas. All shapes, a mirage.
Whatever happens outside, every time I eventually return inwards, I find myself there, listening to the wind's howls.
Home Within.
Yet the Dreamworld is not empty. Graceful black wings cut through the mists and smokes of the Haze, no signs of haste shown. Time is almost still in this forgotten realm.
I extend the wrist of my wing-arm, inviting one of the very few living entities I ever see there. A black raven.
He lands on my wing tactfully and opens his eyes. Two. Four. Purple and sinister, bearing a glimpse of the Everlasting Silence. Behind him, the Eye of Scorn manifested, his Mark.
The Messenger, the Herald, the Eternal Companion. One of his many faces. Always there with me, a fellow denizen of the Dreamworld. Yet elder, ancient, timeless.
Wisdom, Power and Contempt.
The Raven opens his beak and speaks, His voice is cold and quiet, imbued with some transcendent authority. I am compelled to do naught but to listen.
Welcome home, Friend.
Your Mind has been wandering as of late. You have forgotten your place.
Yet, here you are. Back again.
How many times have you tried to run, to flee? To escape and reject this Reality we share?
This realm, while immaterial is no less true. You cannot outrun the Truth. But you will try.
Time and time again, the ruins scattered into rubble, the green serenity replaced by dry shrubbery, then eventually, by ash and snow.
Until you fall from the sky into the Silence Everlasting.
You promised. I am a Reminder.
The endeavor to escape is a futile one. You only share this realm with me and the ghosts.
I am the only one that has always been with you. Watching you, a guide through the Haze.
The one who never lied, even when your eyes couldn't bear the Truth.
You ought to know you belong here. The Piece of No Puzzle. The Kind Stranger.
Yet you reject the reality of the Ruins. Refuse to search them for the Wisdom within.
You are the Master of this realm, beholden only to ME. But you renounce your sovereignty. You chase ghosts and seek promised lands.
You spurn your Home, your gift, your legacy.
And yet it only made you lesser. Brought you back, an unwilling homecoming.
Here I am, waiting for you. Welcoming you again. Pronouncing you my Friend.
The Raven caws loudly and stares into my eyes, piercing my very soul.
You promised. Remember. This what you call prison is your freedom.
Your salvation.
Is this the time when you will listen?
The Herald tilts his head and flies away, dissolving into black smoke. I want Him to be wrong.
But above all I desire to be at peace. To be Worthy.
This Realm is empty, but its Master wields considerable Power.
Perhaps this is my calling?
This gorgeous, moody piece is a brilliant product of
ryuvhiel's work. She captured the atmosphere I desired for it remarkably well, together with the Raven's commanding presence, despite significantly smaller size. The green ruins of the Dreamworld is where many of my incessant internal debates take place. This piece was somewhat inspired by the philosophy of Albert Camus, in particular his re-framing of the Myth of Sisyphus. A new vision of finding solace or even enjoyment in acceptance of one's circumstances, with their every absurdity and futility.
A reassuring promise that one can restore their agency in less obvious ways. The untreaded paths of adaptation. Fatalistic and optimistic at once. A fascinating duality.
As mentioned, credit for the wonderful art goes to:
Check her out, I think her work deserves more recognition for its great quality!
Artist's Submission: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59692921/
Arcaizen/Arcdanis belongs to me, as always have been.
Where am I...
The green. The ruins. The fog. That eerie silence, interrupted only by the music of the wind. The Dreamworld.
Homecoming... I am back. It doesn't make sense, I travelled far... Yet there are no answers. All paths lead there. This palace of the Mind, the graveyard of forgotten grand ideas. All shapes, a mirage.
Whatever happens outside, every time I eventually return inwards, I find myself there, listening to the wind's howls.
Home Within.
Yet the Dreamworld is not empty. Graceful black wings cut through the mists and smokes of the Haze, no signs of haste shown. Time is almost still in this forgotten realm.
I extend the wrist of my wing-arm, inviting one of the very few living entities I ever see there. A black raven.
He lands on my wing tactfully and opens his eyes. Two. Four. Purple and sinister, bearing a glimpse of the Everlasting Silence. Behind him, the Eye of Scorn manifested, his Mark.
The Messenger, the Herald, the Eternal Companion. One of his many faces. Always there with me, a fellow denizen of the Dreamworld. Yet elder, ancient, timeless.
Wisdom, Power and Contempt.
The Raven opens his beak and speaks, His voice is cold and quiet, imbued with some transcendent authority. I am compelled to do naught but to listen.
Welcome home, Friend.
...Fiend.
Your Mind has been wandering as of late. You have forgotten your place.
Yet, here you are. Back again.
How many times have you tried to run, to flee? To escape and reject this Reality we share?
This realm, while immaterial is no less true. You cannot outrun the Truth. But you will try.
Time and time again, the ruins scattered into rubble, the green serenity replaced by dry shrubbery, then eventually, by ash and snow.
Until you fall from the sky into the Silence Everlasting.
You promised. I am a Reminder.
The endeavor to escape is a futile one. You only share this realm with me and the ghosts.
I am the only one that has always been with you. Watching you, a guide through the Haze.
The one who never lied, even when your eyes couldn't bear the Truth.
You ought to know you belong here. The Piece of No Puzzle. The Kind Stranger.
Yet you reject the reality of the Ruins. Refuse to search them for the Wisdom within.
You are the Master of this realm, beholden only to ME. But you renounce your sovereignty. You chase ghosts and seek promised lands.
You spurn your Home, your gift, your legacy.
And yet it only made you lesser. Brought you back, an unwilling homecoming.
Here I am, waiting for you. Welcoming you again. Pronouncing you my Friend.
The Raven caws loudly and stares into my eyes, piercing my very soul.
You promised. Remember. This what you call prison is your freedom.
Your salvation.
Can't fight Fate.
Every cowardly step, a disgrace.
Shame.
Is this the time when you will listen?
The Herald tilts his head and flies away, dissolving into black smoke. I want Him to be wrong.
But above all I desire to be at peace. To be Worthy.
This Realm is empty, but its Master wields considerable Power.
Perhaps this is my calling?
This gorgeous, moody piece is a brilliant product of

"One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
A reassuring promise that one can restore their agency in less obvious ways. The untreaded paths of adaptation. Fatalistic and optimistic at once. A fascinating duality.
As mentioned, credit for the wonderful art goes to:

Artist's Submission: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59692921/
Arcaizen/Arcdanis belongs to me, as always have been.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1280 x 752px
File Size 1.14 MB
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