Hello there, as a token of my appreciation for your visit I have a story for you. a new beginning. a statement and/or a mission, maybe a piece of future history…
A heavy amount of time has been wheighted in a existential plane far, far away from Sapien conscience. Unrecognized by humans, there lived a peculiar fellow. One day, his material sun stopped and all his days were days no longer.
Degradation of subatomic plan aroused to stop no more. Our peculiar fellow was peculiarly sad.
Even though he traveled thousands of miles, trampling silicon dioxide quartz, Lesina lakes, pixelated grass and Tombs of “Tickle and Fears” he never found his coveted Polyquadrophone.
A Polyquadrophone is a blow-driven drum composed of 233 × 10 ^ (e) cyclic and equiangular polygons spread over 7 different ethereal dimensions and it is a key element in the performed to call the Polygon Army.
Well, to fully understand this epic quest you must know that the Polygon Army completes the fractal cosmology of our peculiar fellow world, bringing order, it assures that what happens in the macrocosm repeats its pattern at the microcosm and so on until the dimesions collapse into infinity or, if anything goes mad, into oblivion full of vivid colors and screams.
Therefore, every piece of art that appears here signals that our peculiar fellow is closer to his coveted Polyquadrophone.
The first sun will dance again.
And now that you know that our epic quest demands long waiting and perseverance, with gratitude pumping through my heart and aorta, I can say we are
Polygonal Friends Forever!