The Man That Cheated Death
We played these games. Lifted pictures frame by frame. When death came to fetch me, I tangled him in my web. Smiled.
We played these games. Lifted pictures frame by frame. When death came to fetch me, I tangled him in my web. Smiled.
On desert dunes, I stroll alone, Amidst a sea of burning stones. Beneath the fiery sun's relentless glare, I walk endlessly, with words of prayer.
Old bonds strain against the weight of flesh, two souls are bound by cosmic forces, delicately balanced between fire and shadow.
At the barrier of Many Faces, a soul shrouded in gold ventures into an ethereal realm. Dreams rise like mercury, elusive and untold, while koi swim in spirals beneath closed eyes, weaving memories that flicker, fade, and endure.
Caves, time machines, and a conversation with a dear friend. Change is inevitable. What is your catalyst?
Capturing fragmented glimpses of the self—faces that seem familiar yet distant, memories both shimmering and obscured. As reflections twist and colours bleed, it reveals the untold, the uncharted, the hidden stories left behind.
In a temple, secluded, a sage's decree, A riddle of time, a paradox to see. "What flows like a river, yet remains still, Like a...
I offer this bouquet of white and yellow chrysanthemums, Each one is filled with honey and sand. The tender warm soil under my toes, the soul of infinite lives through my fingertips.