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Storytelling, symbolism and mythology
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
The Fractured Brotherhood
In the shimmering heart of Karnak, a city where skyscrapers touched the clouds and sentient machines governed daily life, two brothers once stood at the pinnacle of power.
Tides of Horuk
In the ancient land of Horuk, the tides ruled everything. They weren’t just waters that rose and fell; they were the lifeblood of the land, the pulse of a forgotten god whose breath stirred the oceans
Desert Dunes
On desert dunes, I stroll alone, Amidst a sea of burning stones. Beneath the fiery sun’s relentless glare, I walk endlessly, with words of prayer.
Bouquet
I offer this bouquet of white and yellow chrysanthemums, Each one is filled with honey and sand. The tender warm soil under my toes, the soul of infinite lives through my fingertips.
City of Flames
I remember the grains of rice, Spilling from the clay pot in the shade. Hands extended, hastily shovelling fruits. Whose voice is that? I have heard it before,...
Tides of Horuk
In the ancient land of Horuk, the tides ruled everything. They weren’t just waters that rose and fell; they were the lifeblood of the land, the pulse of a forgotten god whose breath stirred the oceans
