an old painting i painted for someone, sadly i only have the photo now(՞ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥՞)
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an infinity diminished by one remains an infinity to the eyes of the uncaring and the ignorant; a garden should remain full of roses even after the sick one is gone with the golden wind, but, inevitably, it falls apart just as the endless universe of golden values collapses in on itself.
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[id: a digital painting of beatrice from umineko when they cry standing with her hair down and in her usual dress in a garden of golden roses. she looks quite unnatural: her head is bent to one side, arms stretched out slightly like those of a doll, and her stance is overall stiff. her eyes look empty. her expression is empty as well. her golden hair is flowing down and curling unevenly; it has a shine to it. a swarm of golden butterflies is flying in front of her, from right to left: one seems to longer in a spot near her heart, but will surely fly away as well. about a dozen of golden roses can be seen in front of her dress: they also shine and are of various sizes. the sky is purple and dark. her choker isn't her usual one: it's constructed like a small, right flower crown of small red roses. end of id]
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If anyone is wondering what's on my mind;
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