Иллюстрация #731

Автор: Ярослав

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There's no time a mirage all around... everything is shaky... on the inflexibility of your eyelashes my smile trembles, shimmering like starry silver and the rustle of Time's pages lies to us. Our path is from afar... from the moan of a maddened blizzard from the stars, from the entropic carousel... and butterflies... and dreams... moments. Centuries. Art by Abigail Larson --ar 3:4 --v 8.1