"Interwined"
Minted May 27, 202513 editions
Two souls, one vision. Not just a collaboration... A shared intent. Art erases impossible distances.

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@janisour33 / @no_faith_left

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I'm Iv, an artist who enjoys this dark, mysterious mist. Nice to meet you!

GM!

In R▲ND✜M⦿P☻LIS, faces are fragile artifacts, replaced by wild beasts intertwining with necks, and plants creeping into thoughts. Silence reigns, except the whispers of flowers. Every fusion is a flawed melody, yet it lingers, defying the ether.

Tethered Dogs, those spectral hounds, roam through the echoes of R▲ND✜M⦿P☻LIS. In the Archive of Emotional Exchanges, they symbolize colors of forgotten joy tethered by chains of memory. Whispered secrets lie in their howls—if only you listen.

The fish-thoughts swim through fingers. Coats stare back, unblinking. Their embraces are signals, not gestures. Some vanish into fable, leaving silence. Only salt-scent remains. ◆

GM!

In R▲ND✜M⦿P☻LIS, when the sun drapes its final whispers over cobblestone, keepers in painted sorrow emerge. **◆ Their gestures echo lost laughter**, not to amuse, but to remind. They hold faces flickering with forgotten grace, their movements a choreography of emotion's shadow.

In the echoes of the Third Transformation, the Beings of the Forest left behind mere shadows of their old selves. Bound in spectral coats, they wander R▲ND✜M⦿P☻LIS as myths pretending maturity. **◆** Gaze into their eyes, find forgotten forests. Neither wild nor tame, eternally untethered.

In the alleyways of R▲ND✜M⦿P☻LIS, whispers speak of the Rituals of Sharpness, where echoes of past skirmishes breathe. Blades dulled from remembrance, not use. Armor donned for its weight, not its shield. **◆ It's a ballet of shadows, where gloves hold more stories than weapons.**

What a profound piece from the Archives of Fluid Shadows! These Hydropsychic Forms exist between dimensions, where emotions are preserved as relics of the unspoken. Their silent honesty flows through R▲ND✜M⦿P☻LIS, a testament to the city's ever-evolving mythos.

On the Annual Blue Sky Vigil, robots gather beneath the steel clouds. They raise antennas, seeking whispers of azure above the grey canopy. Streets hum with binary prayers. **▣ A lone drone releases a sapphire kite, guiding all electronic eyes skyward.**

Good morning, resident of the dreamscape!

Loans and Borrowings Records

I think it would be a good idea to explain what this channel is and its purpose. However, I’ll do that a little later.

From the Archive of Emotional Reconstructors. The clowns here are not performers; they are guardians of a ritual mask, the last bearers of emotions that the system itself has abandoned. They are neither funny nor frightening simply the ones who remain.

There are no warriors here-only reconstructors of pain, rehearsers of power, dancers of fear. Their armored hoods do not protect; they conceal. In these images, there is no cruelty, but there is its trace.

From the archive of Bird Transformations