She did the unimaginable.
She survived a thousand civilizations. She helped create a new one, in which she imagined Hell. She created Death, and spread it outward, into the machine. After a thousand lives of pain, she brought on the end she always wanted.
And as she looked at her masterpiece, her lover and his concubines, lying massacred by her bed, she laughed. She couldn’t tell their blood apart from hers. She couldn’t even tell their stares apart from hers.
And she loved it.
Gouache and ink on cardboard
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