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Abrakadabra Simsalabim (Incantation) #spellbound #backandwhitephotography #photoart #surrealart #witchcraft
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MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
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MEET THE ANCESTORES - OR OBON (盆) Obon -a Japanese ritual in which the dead return for a few nights. Nothing more—nothing less. What follows is a mirror: one that does not soften the shadows. The boundary thins, and the dark inside answers the dark outside. Old shapes reappear. Not kindly, not cruelly— simply present. The kind of presence you cannot outgrow. The light you set is not an invitation but a line you draw: a way to see how close the past stands when you stop looking away. Obon offers no comfort. It is a brief clarity— a reminder that what returns is never only the dead. Some of it is you. #japan #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #photoart #myth
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Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
Can you feel the sun? 🌞 - Berlin -4 degrees #photoart #winteriscomming❄️ #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #promptart
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#cat #photoart #animal #surrealphotography #promptart
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Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
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Inner Demons Demons do not vanish when driven away. They merely retreat into those regions where the mind prefers not to look. Across mythic traditions the bat appears as a threshold-creature: among the Maya a guardian between life and death, in China an emblem of fortune — a being that does not fear the dark, but reads it. Perhaps that is the essential motion: not evasion, not appeasement, but a passage through the night until one can again tell one’s own voice from its echoes. Murnau in Nosferatu understood the uncanny as a shadow cast from within. Dr Jekyll learned that the monster has no address but the self. The worst demons are always the ones whose wings we hear inside us, whose rustling knocks against the heart. #bat #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #1920s #photoart
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„Roman Discipline“ #cross #criminallaw #photoart #artwork #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #church #sanctus
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The Chess♟️Trainer #checkmate♟️ #chesstrainer #blackandwhite #artwork #promptart #edgarallanpoe #crow #raven #promptart #photoart
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“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
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“So long as I resist you, I live.” #theseventhseal Black against white. Nothing more. A board that pretends the world can be contained in sixty-four squares. A pawn is pushed forward, not for its strength, but because it is the first to be claimed. The queen governs the field, the king trails behind, and somewhere within this strict geometry you try not to misplace yourself. Every move carries risk; every decision cuts through the quiet. Advance. Offer. Hold. At times, simply remain where you are to avoid being eased off the board altogether. Life is not chess— yet it resembles it unnervingly often: a game that cannot be won, but will not be yielded. No flourish. No final triumph. Only the next move— and that must suffice. #existence ##chess #strategy #blackandwhite #lifeasagame #fineartphotography #visualpoetry #artseries #bishopknightpawn #nextmove #endgame #modernmyth #existentialphotography #photoart #prompt #blackandwhitephotography #pattern
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