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Winter is coming

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He wasn’t the type you’d notice – not at first. Crisp shirt, sharp trousers, the kind of bloke who knew which side of the match to strike. The rain had just stopped, and the streets still whispered secrets. She was gone. Again. And him? Still standing there, like a lit fuse waiting for trouble. The city didn’t run on order. It ran on men like him. Cold eyes. Warm lighter. Pure gasoline.

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Born of fire, never been

Black clouds of smoke hung heavy in the sky and smothered the last light of day. The earth still glowed from the fury of battle, ash danced through the air like shadows of the past.

She stood alone. No crown, no cloak - only the scars of war on her skin.

She had won. All enemies had fallen, every threat had been extinguished.

But the cost was unspeakable. Even her own people had been swept away by the violence that had been unleashed - lost in a storm that she herself had ignited.

The island was hers - but what was once alive now lay in ashes. No rejoicing, no shouting, no life. Just scorched earth and a painful silence.

And in this silence she stood - victor of a war she had paid too dearly for.

She felt the wind on her skin, tasted the dust in the air, felt the weight of her guilt - alive, deep, human.

But above her, strange apparitions flickered in the sky - pixelated, erratic, artificial. She did not see them.

She didn't realise that she was just a game character, created in a virtual world. A simulation of life, characterised by pain and triumph.

For her, everything was real. And maybe… it was. ---------------------- Done in Illustrator and Photoshop

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Cubistic Houses Print: Junique: https://www.juniqe.com/de/shop/thor-brush Done in Adobe Illustrator / Photoshop

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86° 43′ 0″ N, 61° 17′ 36″ O

With her last ounce of strength, the Nautilus escaped the deadly whirlpools of the Maelstrom and plunged deep into the icy shadows of the North Sea. For days she glided under the jagged pack ice until she found a hidden cave in the Karasik Seamount - a dark cathedral of stone and frozen water. 

Here, far from any civilisation, Captain Nemo found refuge, while the eternal ice above them hid every trace of their existence. A narrow shaft in the rock face led up to a hidden opening - a gateway to the surface of the eternal ice.

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Keeper of Lighthouse -----------------------------

He waits.

Elias stands motionless in front of the lighthouse. His heavy coat hangs rigidly on his body, unmoving despite the stormy wind. The old captain's cap sits low on his face, his hands remain hidden in his pockets.

Above him, the beam of light cuts through the pitch-black night. The waves crash against the rocks as if they wanted to swallow up the tower itself. A lone seagull flies past, screeching, its call fading in the roaring wind.

He waits.

He knows it's out there. Waiting. The ghost ship does not dock. It doesn't show itself. But he senses its presence.

His predecessor stood here on a night like this. And in the morning he was gone. Without a trace.

Elias hopes it will pass.

He waits.

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The Big Lebowski

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Kingpin

Illustration that I had already made as a drawn version a few years ago. I liked the structure and created a vector version of it. Adob Illustrator and Photoshop

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Metropolis Poster Artwork

Vector illustration of the silent film classic Metropolis (1927) by Fritz Lang and Thea von Harbou.

Figures and elements realised from sketches in Adobe Illustrator and then combined in Photoshop.

Poster on Juniqe under: https://www.juniqe.com/de/shop/thor-brush