Ritually summoned by Tighe-Mearns-Smith. Living in digital form ...
The ancient Shaman himself enlightening the universe through sound
Master of vibrations, warlock of the mystical realm ...
Engaging the subconscious with thanatos techno. Thrill seeking redemption of the spirit.
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NFT COMIC SERIES
Sitting doing some casual Zilliqa chart analysis when I noticed a big-bang like reaction ahead of me ... turns out a new Metaverse has spawned, they call it DemonVerse- records show two observed kingdoms, I am off to explore for more.
I began to embark into the unknown, the DemonVerse, powered by new technologies at Zilliqa. I venture to fulfil my innate need to understand the universe around me and to share that understanding.
Monopolisation on my home planet has lead me to venture outwards. energetic ripples of a great awakening have begun at Zilliqa. I sense the increasing excitement as I draw closer to the core of the DemonVerse.
I have seen into the future and a powerful energy blurs my vision. I must divert my mission from the DemonVerse as destiny pulls me to a distant galaxy. I cannot be too certain what my future holds.
Wait ... what?
Sucked into the Vacuum
1935, Einstein & Rosen proposed an existence of 'bridges' through space time; what they didn't consider is the painful experience of the seemingly bottomless chasm.
Garden of Paradeisos
A good beginning is not enough. The distance between the start and the end is great and many will fall. Follow me through this chapter of my life into the sacred Garden of Paradeisos.
Disorientated by the time warp I slowly become aware of my surroundings. the freshness of the air illudes a calming sense of tranquility as it attempts to mask this feeling of dread. I am sick with anxiety in this unfamiliar place.
It seems the humanoid figures i recognise from my home planet are not the dominant species here. My virtuous self screams to step forward but my lack of understanding of these demons hols me back. What is this place?
The Reconnaissance of Paradise
There seems to be a two-fold hierarchy those in chains and those unrestrained. Like men who serve false Gods these humans are treated like animals. Slaves obliged to a divine community, conform or die.
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I Come in Peace
Out of the depths of the jungle two figures emerged, my cover was blown and I had to step in. I’m not quite sure who panicked more, all I know is that they are terrified of me. I mean them no harm.
Hill Top Commandments
The humanoids loosened their grip and sped away, everything else froze in fear captivated by the speakers from above.
The Pit of Servitude
Stealthily I traversed up the hill to where the Lizard Leader proclaimed his messages; the heavy footsteps made it easy for me to notice the direction of his travels. I try to keep my distance as my only advantage is to remain unnoticed.
As the sun dipped below the horizon I took the chance to edge deep into the cavern as I continue to pursue the lizard leader. The stone work down here resembles the masonry by the workers above ground, but this is decrepit, much older.
Observation of Oblation
I spent hours in darkness wandering tightly against the walls. A distant cry peaked my senses and I leerily drew closer. Slowly I ascend the rock to get a better view; what is it they say about going towards the light.
I slip away back down into the shadows of the labyrinth. On hand and knee I crawl between the rocks; low and out of sight. The stench of rotten flesh bereaves my nostrils and breaks the spell of silence ...
Scourging of the Damned
Venom corrodes at my bones and the blast of the morning sun pierces my eyes; the grip of power in the hands of the unknown. The decisions we make create a future for us; my flame flickers like a candle in the wind.
The truth is I have no idea of my location or how I arrived; which also makes the worst defence case. Dampness fills the air, along with acrimony and distaste, language aside I can feel the enmity directed towards me. One thing I cannot shake however, amidst the estranged argot of these beings, they understand my native tongue.
Locked in Cerebration
I have not been made aware of how long I will be held here. The path that has unfolded before me seems to have swept me off of my feet, thrown me in the back-seat and raced down a path of misfortune. It’s times like this you realise how simple decisions in life create entire new paths of fate, and as always – hindsight’s a floozy! Every day we are faced with momentary decisions that have an everlasting cycle of cause and effect. As the butterfly flaps its wings, chaos ensues. In a transitional world we tend to find ourselves in a web of uncontrollable situations, a continuation of sporadic revolutions as external variables shape our existence. Sat here in chagrined catatonia, ears drowned in screams of desolation, immersed in a world of anguish and discouragement – I’m overwhelmed with this question: what exactly lead me to this place? They may abrade my bones against the cold iron that shackles my body and take away my precious comforts but they cannot enter the fortress of my mind. It is within my thoughts that my true existence prevails; my inner universe. In life, we cannot dictate all that is around us, but what goes on in the mind is under your guidance, find solace there and you are unbreakable.
With no indication between night or day my grasp of time becomes tenuous. I am floating in a limbo of fatigue and insomnia, kept awake by the disturbing noises radiating from the rooms around me. I try to find a better place in my head; I am taken back to my first breathe in this place, looking around at the beautiful gardens, the luscious vegetation and captivating landscapes. It soon became a dystopian refuge, the forced labour, torture and vicious treatment of these humanoids reminds me of the darkness of my home planet. What leads such creatures to inhumane animosity?
I cannot shake the scenes I have witnessed here. Peering over the rocks, seeing the sacrifice of the humanoids, discarded carcases of forgotten souls, their bodies thrown astray in to the bloody pulpit. It felt like a quasi-religious ritualistic offering: the alter, the copes and fine dress, the consumption of the brain. This is more than just pleasure to them, this is a culture, a well developed systematic society, a multi-level hierarchy; and I’m at the bottom.
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