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I treat nightmares with respect, but without mystical horror. They are not a curse and not a sign from above. They are simply our own brain screaming at us that we've been ignoring our feelings for too long or have found ourselves in a truly difficult situation. The most terrifying thing about a nightmare is the feeling of complete powerlessness. We cannot control the dream; we are hostages to the plot. Perhaps that's why the practice of "lucid dreaming" is so appealing. It's an attempt to regain control over one's most hidden fear.

Violence is the deliberate application of physical force or power — whether actual or threatened — against oneself, another individual, a group, or a community, leading to or highly likely to cause harm, death, psychological trauma, developmental impairment, or deprivation. At its core, violence is coercion imposed upon an unwilling subject.

A father is, above all, a parent — the man who bestows life upon his children. Yet fatherhood transcends biology: it means being the family's cornerstone, a shield, and an unwavering foundation, exemplifying strength and accountability. Whether through blood or spirit, a father may be a guardian, a guide, or a mentor — shaping lives even in the absence of genetic ties. Metaphorically, a father is the originator of a legacy, and in faith, a title of reverence for spiritual shepherds. At its core, fatherhood embodies life's genesis, protection, wisdom, and unwavering support.

Perhaps we are not who we pretend to be. Each of us has different interests, different perspectives on life. But here's the question: who are you? Who do you believe yourself to be? Who would you like to become? Who do others see when they look at you? You can be anyone. You can follow the standards, do what everyone else does — but is that what you truly want? Do you want to be someone else? To lose yourself — your interests, your feelings, your passions? Why surround yourself with people who cannot accept you as you are? What is the point of all this, when somewhere out there are people who will embrace you — the real you?

There are times when the best company is yourself. Alone on quiet night streets, music drifting through your headphones stirs a thousand thoughts. And while you walk, beneath the surface of your own mind, one question quietly emerges: what am I here for?

Not a physical loneliness, but an existential isolation: the realization that we are born and die alone, that no one can ever fully understand our inner world. It is the fundamental loneliness of existence, which persists even in love or friendship.

Sometimes we perceive what isn't there- or is it? Perhaps those labeled with schizophrenia see truths hidden from the 'sane', while society dismisses their vision as illness, unwilling to face reality

On the outside, you can be anyone. On the inside - everything

This artwork was created for a challenge called 'Broken Tablet' that I took part in some time ago.

First post here! Trying out different platforms to share my art