Obitus
This is Obitus. It’s the third print in the Cyclus collection.
Is this where we end? Tired and white, after a twisting lifetime, wandering into the frost under a black star? In that last moment, as we avoid the maw of the Eater-of-Bones, we go back to the source. To feed the ghost reactor and prepare once more to be forged, crushed, distilled. Born.
Because we never end. We just get refactored and start over again.
You can find the entire collection here. Also, if you’re into that kind of thing, I wrote a bit more about the meaning and story behind the collection and the three individual pieces. You can read that here.
This is Obitus. It’s the third print in the Cyclus collection.
Is this where we end? Tired and white, after a twisting lifetime, wandering into the frost under a black star? In that last moment, as we avoid the maw of the Eater-of-Bones, we go back to the source. To feed the ghost reactor and prepare once more to be forged, crushed, distilled. Born.
Because we never end. We just get refactored and start over again.
You can find the entire collection here. Also, if you’re into that kind of thing, I wrote a bit more about the meaning and story behind the collection and the three individual pieces. You can read that here.
This is Obitus. It’s the third print in the Cyclus collection.
Is this where we end? Tired and white, after a twisting lifetime, wandering into the frost under a black star? In that last moment, as we avoid the maw of the Eater-of-Bones, we go back to the source. To feed the ghost reactor and prepare once more to be forged, crushed, distilled. Born.
Because we never end. We just get refactored and start over again.
You can find the entire collection here. Also, if you’re into that kind of thing, I wrote a bit more about the meaning and story behind the collection and the three individual pieces. You can read that here.
