A collection of illustrations that depict alternate realities, distopic worlds or simply concepts of dread, existencialism and horror. Originally made as background illustrations for a video game project named “Anima”. Alongside it, the soundtrack wich sonically represents the emotions and textures behind the pictures.
Soundtrack:
anima
serene
begginings
intermission
infinity
liminality
colossus
solitude
burnout
circus
evolving
changes
concealed
death
ascending
Gallery:
The Cosmic Arquitecture
In this Universe lies an enormous city that extends through the outer space. No one inhabits this place but somehow it continuosly builds itself day by day, forever and ever...
Infinite city
This sentient entity stretches along the entirety of space filling it up with conctructed matter. Onde day, it will begin to grow faster than the Universe itself.
Walking civilazations
On top of an everlasting dried wasteland, huge 4 legged cities walk endlessly without a destination. In this Universe, the only acceptable place to start a civilization is atop this sentient creatures. Their skin is rich in nutrients and very stable.
Meat city
In this reality, the buildings are sentient living beings with walls made of meat. These hulking beasts hunt eachother in an endless cycle of territorial activity.
Biodiversity of ideas
Life is the perfect subject for creativity. There's joy in conceptually designing a living being, to push the boundaries of biological creation to it's limit...
Evolution
Evolution takes it's toll, life finds a way. A way of natural selection and efficient adaptations. The stakes grow higher as the creatures eventually become perfect...
Ultimate being
The creation of the ultimate living form, of every sensation and purpose, of every color and pattern, shining like the sun and dark as the empty void of space. Function wise, he has to be above everything, he needs to fill every single one of the spaces in the eccosystem. He will hunt himself, he will be prey for himself. He will be the cycle, he will be the reason for all things. He will be everything.
Flesh beings
Efficient creatures, optimized for constant reproduction. Their bodies, clumps of indistinguible flesh and an incomprehensible anatomy. They eat each other as fast as they give birth.
Primordial soup
There is a certain sense of order floating around. The concept of beauty and ugly emerge from the darkness without a true form or meaning. Somehow, the future looks both good and bad, bright and dark, pleasing and hurtful...
The beggining
The vast darkness that warps around existence... It looks... it feels... Astounding! But that's not enough! There's space for more, much more... More shock, more surprise, more anguish, more disgust, more and more and more!
Looking down on the universe
You look around. This vast nothingness of a place only inhabited by you. What are the chances, to be the only existence... The quiet, the solitude, the beauty in all of that...
Egg of Creation
The Egg of Creation, a volatile sphere of pure concentrated matter, meant to give birth to reality itself. There’s a constantly growing translucid feetus inside...
Religion
The idea of a creator that spawned a movement, an enormous machine fueled by faith and belief. The creator has now faded, while the machine keeps going...
[censored] Love
While constantly looking for thrill and pleasure, the search starts to walk towards stronger feelings. Eventually, pain begins to be enjoyable in a romanticised self-destruction.
Faces in disguise
While the spirit remains the same, our human shell takes different forms along the journey. How much do we really know about eachother? How much are we willing to change?
Faces in the dark
...
Solitude
Being alone, not knowing how to deal with it, It feels like being underwater. The pain in the chest, inhaling water, unnable to breath. How does anyone deal with this?
Burnout
It gets to a point where you go past the limit of your mind. Everything is in flames now despite your dedication and time.
Demise of the Creator
Your newborn aproaches you. With the slightest touch, you disappear from existence. You never even had a chance.
Ascending
You close your eyes...
As the spiral of reality girates towards the center of the cosmos, your soul migrates from your body. This is the time, the right cordinates in the vast temporal mantle stretched and bent by destiny and fate. You know it. The time is now, the time to ascend physicality and comformity. The pain aches at first as your third eye opens, the full insight and intuition of reality crashes down through every corner of your ethereal body...
Your body, a physical manifestation of your being, cage to your mind, a remainder of plain existence and mortality. You must let go. Let go of any construct. Let go of any chain hurting your traped soul victim of corporality, keeping your mind from enlightenment.
You open your eyes...
Is this what you wanted? The spiral... You see it now. The column of reality, the place where our identity merges with the Universe itself. Infinite possibilities keep swiming inside of you, visions of every single reality, every single possible one... happening at the same time. You have answers for everything but none need explaining. You calculate it.
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233...
You keep riding the spiral, going nowhere and everywhere at the same time, being true with yourself and, for the first time, achieving the unachievable. The feeling is intense, you are aware of everything and everything is aware of you.
The feeling is intense indeed... and you can't hold it forever. You can't. Before, it was only you, and you called that reality. No, you now know that many paths exist, and will forever exist, many possibilities created by the milisecond... You can't hold it anymore, it... hurts.
Reality is burning, scarring, severing, hurting.... You scream but there's no one to listen for it, you cry but you can't understand why...
Reality is burning, scarring, severing, hurting.... You scream but there's no one to listen for it, you cry but you can't understand why...
You close yourself to it...
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