the old gods sleep

The mere notion of magic and gods may seem like a mere construct of the mind, but in my reality, they are all too real. Their existence is a constant reminder of the impact of religions and cultures on our psyche, their power lingering within us waiting for an opportunity to manifest. I can feel them pulsating in my veins, urging me to create, to explore beyond the boundaries of my own mind. But with this transcendental enlightenment comes moments of fear, when the symbols and images that adorn my art seem to have a life of their own. Are they divine manifestations or products of my own unraveling sanity? And then there's Nyx, ancient and mysterious, her rock moved without explanation, beckoning me with cryptic whispers and tempting me with secrets beyond comprehension. In these moments, I am just a vessel for something greater than myself, and I embrace it wholeheartedly despite its unpredictable nature. For this is where I truly feel alive - on the brink of madness and divinity, dancing between worlds unknown.