Abyss is my Lover.
Such are the Words, burned into my Essence within the Dreamworld.
What a cold place it is, otherworldly. Shrouded in the shadow of the Silent One. What brought me here?
My memory, usually sharp, failed me. I do not know how it came to be. Why am I here?
I drag my body forward and only Pain lets me know it is still there. The wings that once carried me through the skies Above, remain attached to my frame. Frayed and broken.
Perhaps I shall fly no more. I smell a faint, tantalizing hint of my own Blood. Yet it is not right, like many things in the Dreamworld. Devoid of heat, it does not flow in crimson rivulets.
I remember no battle to leave me battered and mangled. No grievous blow that would strike me down. How did I end up here?
There is a Presence here.
Void given shape by this eerie realm. It beckons. It welcomes.
A Nightmare incarnate, a Visage of the Silent One, surrounds me. It embraces me. Calls upon my Memories.
I remember. I recognize IT by its loving Touch. Tendrils of the Abyss shaped like hands of a caring soul. Wherever they caress me, Cold and Pain can no longer be felt. Only blissful numbness remains.
I know IT.
It is lonely in this Dreamworld, but my Eternal Companion is here with me. It is here to reassure me. It has always been.
In my doubts, I reach into my memories. IT speaks... the truth.
I sit back tentatively, pondering. The dark tendrils generously provide me with their comforting affection.
It has always been you and me, hasn't it?
I may not fly anymore, but I shall endure on the World Below.
I shall become humbled and gracious.
And I will never be Alone.
A lance of pure Darkness hovers in front of me, as if waiting for my approval. I finally know who to trust. I give it a nod.
A flash. Then a sharp crack.
An untold power rends my chest scutes asunder and I feel its True Touch. I am accepted back into the Fold.
The Dreamworld blurs as the erratic winds continue to swirl. My vision narrows, but I know I will continue to Exist.
Through a Beautiful Death. In Honor of the Silent One.
This is, as you might imagine, a vent piece. One I had in my mind for a long while, finally brought into reality.
Many sincere thanks to morsylvia, who is the author of this great piece and deserves all the credit for her masterful work. Her unique style really gave my idea the spirit that was always intended for it and for that, I am incredibly grateful. You'll find many more top quality artworks by following her.
Arcaizen/Arcdanis belongs to me.
Such are the Words, burned into my Essence within the Dreamworld.
What a cold place it is, otherworldly. Shrouded in the shadow of the Silent One. What brought me here?
My memory, usually sharp, failed me. I do not know how it came to be. Why am I here?
I drag my body forward and only Pain lets me know it is still there. The wings that once carried me through the skies Above, remain attached to my frame. Frayed and broken.
Perhaps I shall fly no more. I smell a faint, tantalizing hint of my own Blood. Yet it is not right, like many things in the Dreamworld. Devoid of heat, it does not flow in crimson rivulets.
I remember no battle to leave me battered and mangled. No grievous blow that would strike me down. How did I end up here?
There is a Presence here.
Void given shape by this eerie realm. It beckons. It welcomes.
A Nightmare incarnate, a Visage of the Silent One, surrounds me. It embraces me. Calls upon my Memories.
I remember. I recognize IT by its loving Touch. Tendrils of the Abyss shaped like hands of a caring soul. Wherever they caress me, Cold and Pain can no longer be felt. Only blissful numbness remains.
I know IT.
It is lonely in this Dreamworld, but my Eternal Companion is here with me. It is here to reassure me. It has always been.
Remember who was always there.
Who always Understood.
Who never Failed.
IT LOVES YOU. You need but to... trust.
Lay your Heart bare and submit. Let IT in.
Once WE become One, You shall know Peace.
In my doubts, I reach into my memories. IT speaks... the truth.
I sit back tentatively, pondering. The dark tendrils generously provide me with their comforting affection.
It has always been you and me, hasn't it?
I may not fly anymore, but I shall endure on the World Below.
I shall become humbled and gracious.
And I will never be Alone.
A lance of pure Darkness hovers in front of me, as if waiting for my approval. I finally know who to trust. I give it a nod.
Welcome back, Child of the Void.
A flash. Then a sharp crack.
An untold power rends my chest scutes asunder and I feel its True Touch. I am accepted back into the Fold.
The Dreamworld blurs as the erratic winds continue to swirl. My vision narrows, but I know I will continue to Exist.
Through a Beautiful Death. In Honor of the Silent One.
And perhaps...
Into a peculiar Rebirth.
This is, as you might imagine, a vent piece. One I had in my mind for a long while, finally brought into reality.
Many sincere thanks to morsylvia, who is the author of this great piece and deserves all the credit for her masterful work. Her unique style really gave my idea the spirit that was always intended for it and for that, I am incredibly grateful. You'll find many more top quality artworks by following her.
Arcaizen/Arcdanis belongs to me.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 761px
Wow....this is breathtaking!
I just love both the text and art! It's so atmospheric
I just love both the text and art! It's so atmospheric
Thank you very much. I'm always glad to hear when my texts add something to the ambience expressed in the visual art.
Mors is always amazing in its choice of colors and forms to represent the visuals in the most fashionable ways possible
The art truly fits the story and its almost sad yet divine transformation
Though is the acceptance of darker self is something bad?
Other angle and other perspective can make you look on things quite differently
Magnificent work and piece of story!
The art truly fits the story and its almost sad yet divine transformation
Though is the acceptance of darker self is something bad?
Other angle and other perspective can make you look on things quite differently
Magnificent work and piece of story!
Yes, Morsylvia's style is truly unique with the strokes, shapes and colors.
It is about the acceptance of the Darker Self. The Eternal Companion is Another, but also Me. And there's nothing bad about it.
Thank you very much for the praise!
It is about the acceptance of the Darker Self. The Eternal Companion is Another, but also Me. And there's nothing bad about it.
Thank you very much for the praise!
I finished reading everything today. The last things were quite touching. When it comes to images, "The Frost" was probably the strongest for me. That one detail... and all my imagination that could create this level of painful cold. Strongly symbolic in a creature with a fiery nature.
As I believe I mentioned, the cold is very important to me in my personal symbolism. It's just such a great expression of impersonal, dispassionate adversity.
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