Post-apocalyptic digital painting.

"In an empty world death is not feared, in a world without gods there is nothing to fear. Pillars of profane flesh and the crimson light that permeates the surface of the plane, this is the desolate world that has been abandoned, now a graveyard of gods. The Moon no longer exists to guide the lost, and the Sun has become a bloody sphere, its cursed blood permeating the air. Filthy be the living ones."

Wanderer corpses roam the vast red landscape, leaving a trail of decay in their wake, their decaying souls long for an end to this eternal fatigue imposed upon them. Filthy be the living ones."

The person in the photograph is me. My new purpose is to document events from the past with my own hands, I want to discover more about the world in which they used to live thousands of eras ago.

Diary entry number 4017750.

 Decally.