"You’ve already admitted defeat; your kingdom, you have deserted. You spend your nights weaving clouds, only to perch on them come daylight. Sleep has become a shelter of fortune. Your silence is the outrage of a scream. You contemplate the void, carried by waves of ambiguity. Within this promise of time, your consciousness is nothing but the jolt of an instant. You confuse dream with reality, and the unreal anesthetizes you." Artistic Medium: Digital Painting Original Artwork by Baku 3000 x 3750px