The Dread Song Tolls, and so do we, red rivers flow through the night with ease, the distance grows, and we do too, i cannot be a shape that is more like you...

glad you like them! i take a lot of inspiration from real life animals for the colours and organic forms, among other things.

a story worth telling again and again, machines made whole by revelry and then, blades all unfurl from the start for sure, tapestries laid bare to see in the end

thank you :>

emerge from the chaos with a malice unnamed, blades bursting out from a self untamed

Metal Made Real in Every Way, masks in the mirror made to look like these, crowns all removed when the balance sways, relieved of the throne like a leaf in the breeze

metal masked machines, unveiled another time, still waters running deeper than they have for a while. the metal rends and tears, the curtain calls for all, a memory that fades away before it became clear.

Metal Masked Machines, who reach and claw at the void, built from blades and seams, made to live or be destroyed.

there's way bigger problems out there, but i can't bear to see this face anymore. how to face the world when i can't even face myself? the feeling subsides sometimes but im still stuck looking like this.

when the panic fades away and the fear does too, the object in the mirror looks just like i do