Such things occur when the laws of physics, man, and faith, are simultaneously ignored or broken. In a desperate hope to explain the inexplicable.
A creature walks the Triangle. witnessing the folds between the third and fourth dimensions.
There is no consistent story of origin. No congruous meaning behind it. Some cultures depict him a Monster, a Demon, an incubus. Others a Savior, a Hero, an agent of good.
Or perhaps he is merely the fingers shifting the blocks of a rubix cube. Seeking to complete a face.
It hungers for one thing: Potential.
He appears before the rare gems who have the potential to shift the tectonics of their world. Offering resources, money, power, to enact those changes. Use it well, and your ambitions will flourish. Cling needlessly to those ambitions once they bear fruit, and he will return to remove you from the picture. Deadly. exacting.
Few are sure if it is a blessing or a curse.
Legend has it he left his plane a long time ago, dissatisfied with the status quo given to him. He wished to create something bigger than he had the capability in one life.
To do so, he gave something up he had no business of losing. Becoming more than everything, yet less than nothing.
The Beast of Hard Light has no potential. Because he already simply is.
we are blessed with infinite permutations. He is not. Not anymore.
There are trillions of us. But there is only one Beast of Hard Light.
Think little of it. He's just a Myth after all.
----- Not a hypnovember pic this time, but a more personal one.
I've been thinking on what Darkwitt and the Triangle is for a while.
The mark of imperius is something I've struggled with trying to fully understand.
Why did I make it something beyond Darkwitt? What was it supposed to tell? What does it say about me?
It's led me towards a sort of 'end state' for him. How would others perceive what becomes of Darkwitt? How would he stomach it? It's a little confusing, yeah. but exploring what he might be as a cryptid was a fun exercise.
It's also something that I felt like playing around with to commemorate this art I got from Fennah. He's a fascinating artist that dabbles in labyrinthine storytelling with his series Satellite City. He released a book called Amygdala this year. Go give it a look
