Waves of thoughts, dreams, and updates.
Today I built the first layer of the dream portal. The pixels are aligned, the stars are falling in line. A gateway to sound and sleep emerges...
Hand of Sleep has officially manifested on the web. This is a place of trippy visuals, acid rock dreams, and pixel light.
To speak of The Fool is to speak of a force older than language...
There is a moment after the fall...
Here walks The High Priestess, crowned in moonlight...
The Body as Portal...
The Throne Built Of Will
The Sacred Channel
Love is not passive. It is radical alignment...
The art of momentum without collapse...
Strength is not resistance. It is trust...
Strength is not resistance. It is trust...
Fortune is a tide—not a trophy...
Truth is a blade...
Everything stops. The Wheel turns. But you do not.
Do not fear the scythe. Fear the refusal to be cut.
Do not fear the scythe. Fear the refusal to be cut.
The Devil does not bind. He tempts you to bind yourself.
This is your release.
Fill your vessel. Pour with care. This is your becoming.
When you walk beneath her pale gaze, the path curves.
Embrace your inner child...