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Title: 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

#weirdcore aesthetic #weirdcore oc #weird aesthetic #weirdcore #psychedelyc art #Spotify

thvndermag-deactivated20200419

https://twitter.com/JessAudreyLynn

anasabdin

Aquarium of Isolation

𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙

𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙰 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙, 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕.

#weridcore #weird #weird aesthetic #weird art #oddcore

Title: 𝑳𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 [ノスタルジアの深淵に沈むデジタル神殿]

#vaporwave #vaporaesthetic #wallpaper #retrò #dreamwave #vaporwave aesthetic

vaporpriestess19

An Air Of Abandonment And Neglect

http://instagram.com/vaporpriestess

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 [混沌の催眠歌]

From the unfathomable depths of the universe, once, there came a song that belonged to no known world. It was not sound, but a living wave that seeped into the mind, bending thoughts and memories. The entity who had voiced it — half goddess and half abyss — carried serpents in her hair that hissed forgotten truths, while tentacles born of darkness entwined an ancient screen, prisoner of an endless cosmic snow.

Around her, broken columns of a nameless temple rose like relics of a lost cult, and metallic spheres floated motionless, like planets awaiting judgment. Whoever had listened that song of chaos was never the same again, for those signals came not only from the cold heart of space… but from the darkest depths of the soul.

#vaporwave #vaporaesthetic #wallpaper #weirdcore #weirdcore aesthetic #dark art #dreamcore

There was no before. Only the still cold of the water on her skin and the almost imperceptible hum of the long neon light. The smooth concrete walls disappeared into the darkness high above, creating a room that seemed to have no ceiling, only a deep void. Above her, forms floated silently: a cube, a sphere, a pyramid. They were constant presences, as familiar as her own breath. She didn't remember how she had arrived in that place, nor how long she had been there. Time here did not flow; it accumulated, dense as the dark water that held her up. She felt no fear, nor the desire to escape. Every emotion had been polished away until it became a flat calm. It was a state of waiting, a corridor between two doors that would never open. She closed her eyes to better align herself with the silence. She was in stasis, a memory suspended in a place that existed only in the interval between one beat and the next, an echo in an infinite room.