Psytama 🐉
@psytama99.bsky.social
Writer’s Renaissance Saga ~ the mediator of media, always imagining the next story. Like a Dragon, Blade Runner, Monster Hunter, ask me about JOJO
Years turn to months, months to weeks, weeks to days, days to hours, hours to minutes, minutes to seconds, which then turn to years
January 9, 2025 at 10:12 PM
Years turn to months, months to weeks, weeks to days, days to hours, hours to minutes, minutes to seconds, which then turn to years
or to the people who created the machines.
It came from a human, spited by these same mad scientists, an artist who depicted every whiplash from them on a bloody canvas.
He would undergo the ultimate act of art, dying for it, becoming it.
Nothing that remained was human, just a cold reminder.
It came from a human, spited by these same mad scientists, an artist who depicted every whiplash from them on a bloody canvas.
He would undergo the ultimate act of art, dying for it, becoming it.
Nothing that remained was human, just a cold reminder.
January 9, 2025 at 7:51 AM
or to the people who created the machines.
It came from a human, spited by these same mad scientists, an artist who depicted every whiplash from them on a bloody canvas.
He would undergo the ultimate act of art, dying for it, becoming it.
Nothing that remained was human, just a cold reminder.
It came from a human, spited by these same mad scientists, an artist who depicted every whiplash from them on a bloody canvas.
He would undergo the ultimate act of art, dying for it, becoming it.
Nothing that remained was human, just a cold reminder.