To express everything that is beyond objective reality, everything that pulsates in our unconscious.

Legends Persist

Legends persist

—a cosmic lullaby sung by stardust bards. They speak of heroes, forgotten gods, and timeless quests. Perhaps, in some distant corner of the universe, a curious soul gazes up, wondering if those tales hold a fragment of truth.

In the cosmic expanse, where galaxies twirled like celestial dancers, this ancient world unfolded—a tale etched in stardust. Its name, lost to time, whispered through the void, a melody of forgotten epochs.

On this distant orb, life danced—a symphony of forms. Mountains kissed the sky, oceans cradled secrets, and forests whispered ancient wisdom. Creatures roamed: feathered serpents, crystalline beings, and luminescent flora. Their stories, woven into the very fabric of existence, echoed across eons.

Contrasts defined this realm. Sun-kissed meadows bloomed alongside shadowed abysses. Harmony coexisted with discord, and creation birthed both beauty and monstrosity. The planet’s heart pulsed with mystery, its veins carved by rivers of time.

Yet, like all cosmic tales, entropy crept forth. The ancient cataclysm—a tempest of cosmic wrath—shattered continents, extinguished suns, and unraveled reality. The world’s fate hung in balance, a pendulum swinging between obliteration and rebirth.

And so, it drifts now, a wandering ghost. Its once-vibrant cities lie buried in cosmic dust, their spires reaching for nonexistent skies. The echoes of laughter, battle cries, and whispers of love linger, etched into the void.

A Silent Place

The treasures of antiquity and their curses 

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Planet X had a demand for any and all space junk, money bills, all kinds of paper were pressed to make dry wall for the population, metals like gold and silver because they have good conductivity were widely used in robotic electronics, the intriguing thing was the letters inside the chests and armored safes, they had instructions and threats written by former owners who had a tragic end in outer space, manuscripts with curses and primitive sayings.

Whoever has a chest has his gold, whoever has money does not mean having a treasure.

 It is so necessary, no one lives without it, it can be a valuable diamond or a fake brilliant, an efficient project or its tyrannical path.

 Your true value comes through difficult paths with sacrifices and directions of roads with light, deserved rewards, resilience, victories and legacies.

 When it comes through terrible shortcuts it is fool's gold it has no value it will be your guide routes in narrow and dark streets, it will cause a lot of pain, it is a tyrannical angel on your path without light, your curse. 

 It can come along hypnotic paths because it is so persecuted and coveted, joys will be visions of power and seduction, with daily lives of labyrinths with no way out, destructive people living seven phases of life in anguish, punishment and corrosion.

 You can be the bait of the game, live a frantic addiction to a dangerous drug, be virtual evil, without values ​​and principles, it will all be a mirage, existence by illusion, you will suffer a lot of pain.

 Everyone will understand, when your turn comes, wise and foolish souls will appear, a quick presentation, a film on your trial will show you, and the faithful scales of death will decree its verdict: the fate of your final judgment.

A Silent Place

A Silent Place

A world of darkness ☠️1.

Already tired from the work he had been assigned, Promimp finished his shift without any major breakthroughs, connected his synapse to the system, and transmitted the transcripts of a centuries-old, monotonous book with stories of dragons in the ancient kingdoms of planet earth.

After his transmission, he received new orders from central command, a new mission, to decode a new batch of mines, and he was eager for more modern discoveries.

What will Promimp discover? what can he find!

I don't care about your story, I never care about your pain

I don't care about your story, I never care about your pain.

Competitions created by the great leaders of this parallel universe, the script can't stop, it has to continue, and off we go, restarting and following the new programming of the gods of each occasion. 

Thousands of puppets, puppets and pieces, living on the great world board, in this game everyone loses, you are a pawn, the piece of the turn. 

Fantasies in all the lives and phases of the world, distributed in a great game of chess, we are pawns of great masters in the infinite universal game.

We will always be audience champions, in all our daily lives, our battles and wars, always losing in the final judgment.

Countless options, until the final move, the general public is eclectic, the gambler very experienced, no matter their fate, no matter their pain.

There will always be one more play, chapters of seasons, TV movies, all the options of channels, cinemas, theaters, all the entertainment in any option.

Millennial actors of the universe

 There are so many directions and paths, always the same God with several names, a supreme being, an artist, a magician, a scientist, a philosopher, a poet.  This genius uses the power of DNA in his science, adds to every individual in his time, his mission with new programming.

 We are creations of unparalleled and unique complexity, a genetic alchemy, we have our digital certificate, without copies or forgeries, equal in equivalences and differences.

 Our worlds and times are productions with countless scenarios, we interpret our scripts and lines for a demanding audience.  High rollers who are part of this game, they are all pieces on this great betting board, entertainment for a worldwide audience.

Man was created to live stories and memories, in seven phases of his life, they are chapters of a film, actors in a universal theater, laboratory rats an experiment, a test, a rehearsal, a new discovery.

Understand, we are cut from the same cloth, and we live the assigned role, everything in our lives is temporary, we die and return to another story, simple as that;  beginning, middle and end.

A silent place

The mystery of the forgotten planet

I'm going to tell the story of a forbidden book, written in a surreal world called Planet Xtreme.  Its biological human inhabitants were ruled by fascist dictators, planet Earth was forbidden by the state, nothing could be commented on, telepathic neural implants were used to control its population.  Androids were Kings and rulers with great artificial intelligence technology, programmed by logic and no natural emotions.  Planet Earth, over time, gradually became a legend, a silent and forgotten world.