Fateful Gothic Beauty in Digital Graphics

There is no person in our world that is sinless. Each saint has a past, but don’t forget that each sinner has a future. We can not redress all our ungodly deeds, they have stigmatized us with wrinkles and scars. All our black longings are in the focus of the predator’s attention, sick souls are his prey.

When you lose your wings only scars are left below the shoulders. At first time these bleeding stripes are intensively red, but there is no physical pain, your soul is bleeding. The sharp straight razor has divided you from heavens and complete freedom. Don’t be afraid, the pain will pass off, you will come down – the life of frail angels is swift-flowing.

Sometimes angels come down from heavens to our earth to lament the cursed souls. They emerge astart and then pass into nothingness. It happens each time when the dark veil mantels the cold earth and the nebulous moon is seen on the dark sky. They drop tears that carry away a grief and ease the souls of pain.

Your soul is dark as the raven’s wings, your desires are subversive, you hair is ebon-colored and your eyes that hide unholy souls are dark . It is enough to drop a glance at you to see the devil in flesh and blood. At the darkest time you are flying in the appearance of a raven, seeking for evil.

You may say that this image of a beautiful bride can’t be gothic in any case. Ok, you are quite right, if not take into consideration that she is dead. On closer view you can see such a cold marble skin, enormous glassy eyes that are looking forward infinity as in the mirror. Years have passed, but she is still sitting here on the cold pavement, the time has stopped and only penetrating silence is her sister.

Her soul is bleeding, it is wound. This lacerated wound will never heal. In the sublunar realm her soul will never find a shelter. She is fated to meander along this strange world and she is a stranger in it. Let’s pray for those whose souls are wound.

There is no way out. This is the End. Heavens have incinerated her. She has become the everlasting example of recalcitrance. She is no more a living being and not a spirit yet. This somber world has become a trap for her.

Come here, little kitty. Once upon a time I was immediately like you, even better – white fur, bushy tail and blue eyes. The times have changed and my nature has converted into the one that you see, and now I really hate such creatures as you. So, make a way for me, or hang on like grim death.

When you want to known your future you can ask the oracle about it. He knows everything about this world, people in it, he is aware of all changes in nature that will take place in the nearest future and it is a mere trifle for him to read your thoughts and your future that is signed as thinnest lines on your palm.

Never, never look into the eyes of those, who have a dark shadow on their hearts. Such people were kissed by the devil in the moonless night, they have lost their dreams and have forgotten their intrinsical name. They can cause only sorrows and black grief.

He is the one that keeps infinity. It is not possible for time to run constantly, it has to wait for a bit and to continue its long hard road to the full extent of its power. When such a a pause in the time’s race takes place, this keeper gathers infinity with the tips of his fingers in a golden chalice to release it in the required time.

This spiny woodland hopper has stopped for a while and there is the only time when you can look at it. This creature lives somewhere in the depths of a forest and doesn’t stand the daylight. It is the keeper of this sacramental stone and brings death everyone who touches it.

Each of us possesses at least two personalities, but you, my little girl, display two natures. You are a saint and a sinner at the same time. These antagonistic features establish your inner world, your soul. I wonder, which of these two natures is of the previous importance?

Step by step she goes down. Who knows what she will find there, in the kingdom of shadows and sepulchral coldness. When she approaches nearer and nearer to the entry, the feels puffs of coldness, but she is not frightened, she insistently travels to her death.