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ouroboros, 2024

foal, 2024

aporia, 2023

scent, 2024

:: I keep my hair so close to my face that it traps every scent i get close to. Wind unspools everything and fills my nose. a colossal death. There are markings everywhere. Reminder of ruin.

the giant, 2024

ponies, 2024

the ponies are running circles in their pen (...) till our bodies are doused in oil