An unknown book written in a lost language.
It was then that I had a vision, I don't know if it was the effect of the narcotics that the oracle used on me, or if the entity that let me see.
But I had a vision of land or what appeared to be a land, deformed, crazy, meaningless, where for each part that walked it presented itself in a different way, I didn't know if it was on a beach, a forest, a swamp, or some alien biome I've never seen before.
In one of those places I visited on my trip was this strange entity, the whole place seemed to mold itself to its will, strangely tall stature for a rhost (lost translation of an alien race), pale, with eyes as black as void and pupils bright lights that seemed to penetrate the depths of my soul, accompanied by a small creature that neither she knew, or pretended not to know, right behind her I had a terrifying vision of a being that I have never seen before in my long years, difficult to describe such a monstrosity, its height was so colossal that it was lost in the horizon and he as a creature moved by pure extinct extended his long arms towards such an entity, it seemed not to care about the imminent attack behind it.
It was then that with a mere look at the creature, it crumbled like a sand sculpture when the wind hits, at that moment I didn't know if I was looking at a god or something beyond that.
Starting over my portfolio.
After many years of trying different things and trying out different niches, I decided to put my feet up and walk the path to being a mainstream artist, in this specific piece I present one of the concepts that I feel I can expand the most.
an entity in search of its reason to exist.