#abandoned temple

[zombilenium]

Unnamed Road, Krong Siem Reap, Cambodia

James Wheeler Photography

[sheyri]

NH found a hidden temple, a disaster, and the edge of his world

[gloomysushiroll]

[Antheia’s Longing]

Was conflicted about the colours of this one bc I like the green but it felt like it had too little contrast. Experimented with gradient maps a bit and got it to have a more romantic and sunset feel. However I do love the rich greens on the last slide …

Anyways I’m finally done with this one. Ive been experimenting with the idea of Antheia possibly being in love with the deity she worships. I can imagine her running to this secret garden whenever things get tough at the temple and just looking at this forgotten statue of Narcissa. It must have brought her comfort.

Here are some of the development process:

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Gardens of Yore

--prompt from @nosebleedclub "pilgrim" (28 July) and "flowers we killed" (26 July)

Calla lily, why do you not call anymore? Do you need to stand where the water flows, when you can cry along with wordless ecstasy?

Tulips, why don't you make yourself an offering? Your colors are diluted with little strokes; blood red paint slides onto my fingers as I try to rescue what beauty exists

through these collapsing walls, holding up these hanging vines which only offer the glories we stole for ourselves.

Roses, why won't you attract us pilgrims, despite your sharpened thorns, despite your labyrinth of pedals?

Magnolias, why don't you stretch your branches across the shattered windows? Your delicate blossoms persist despite the frost we afflicted.

Do you shun us for the sprouts we killed, stripped away for the price of bread, with its pedals boiled too many times over to drink for our own pleasure?

We are not drunk for our own motives; we just want to find beauty within your grasp. The sun dances, though the temperature remains stagnant, mocking our presence with a desire to render all our prayers moot.

[worldbuildingprompts]

World Building Prompt #267

[avakellyfiction]

The River Is Alive, Even Under Thick Winter Ice 

On the steps of the temple, between peeling columns, the visitor stands. Above, clouds rumble with lingering thunder. She watches for a while, speaking silently to the fading fury, surrounded by petrichor. The forest is never silent after rain, droplets sliding off leaves, moss sighing softly in the breeze, trees stretching their roots.

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[the-oak-forest]

Phetchaburi (เพชรบุรี) - Thailand (2017)

[sylphslament]

Day 1 a lonely place YGOtober 2018