Well, I'll start by saying that I've had this Tharaêl since the summer of 2024! ＼（〇_ｏ）／
I couldn't finish it, and my head was a little confused, since my skill had grown and the brushes I used to draw had also changed, but through force I finally finished it! (○｀ 3′○)
I just adore any glowing elements in any art, be it eyes, another part of the body, or just particles…hehehe ||ヽ(*￣▽￣*)ノミ|
P.S. there was also supposed to be a background of the Dust Pit arena, but in the process of drawing I merged the layers with a fucking combination of buttons(ㆆ_ㆆ) and noticed it too late, when there was no way to restore the layer (┬┬﹏┬┬)
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You know, Sa'Ira, you were... there for me. You accepted me, despite everything you knew about me.
Playing Enderal and, you know, I got hit by another wave of existentialism. xD
I'm just so drawn to that world - I don't know why...
A thought flashed through my head: this dying world of the game - it's so damn similar to what's happening inside me and how I see reality unfolding...
Not that illusion everyone forces on you - "society" and "life". But the real reality: vices, lack of any clear meaning, people's stupidity, the mind-boggling enormity of the universe... and that primal fear before what really lies around us. We don't fucking know anything and we never will. We're not built for that.
I once heard that life exists just to experience everything through itself... funny thought. But life can only know through its senses - and those senses are an illusion. Life can never truly know truth... yeah, it can model the world again and again, based on its senses, and that's it.
Sad? Depressing? Totally.
The writers of Enderal are geniuses, man. Their dark fantasy is utterly beautiful - from the perspective of, you know... oblivion. I'd call it "romantic death".
When everything is going to shit, but the characters, their thoughts, the events, your immersion - all of it is so mesmerizingly beautiful. Even if it's depressing.
I dig that. Why? I don't know. Maybe because I've thought too much since I was a kid. Almost can't just relax and go with the flow. This "thinker's curse" always hovers over me.
Constant reflection, thoughts, realizations of everything. It... drains all my energy. Always.
But thanks to this curse - I truly live.
And life, as we already know, is impossible without suffering. Real life.
Why am I even saying this? Oh, yeah, just wanted to share the thoughts that were inside me while playing.
In this Entry, I drew Calia, one of the possible companions and love interests of the protagonist. This is the moment when the MC enters the medical ward after the "Journey to the Water".
I... really like her. I'd even say I'm in love with her archetype.
I understand I'll never get someone like Lae'zel in real life. I'm just not the kind of person she'd respect or even notice (though I really enjoy that character).
But Calia... she's different.
She also prefers being alone to focus on her goals. Even though she's powerful - love, compassion, kindness are not foreign to her.
Despite her distance, she's deeply empathetic.
We're a lot alike. In real life it'd be so interesting to be with someone like her.
Her thoughts - they're familiar to me.
That's why when I reached her story arc in the game - I had this strong drive to draw her.
I literally stopped playing. I couldn't focus on anything else until I sketched her. I had to capture her with my hands.
Когда мрачные тени легли на землю,
мы винили лишь тех, кто их породил.
Но не заглядывали дальше, глубже — в себя.
Не видели того, кто стоял на краю —
и ждал. И ждал кого-нибудь. Звал. Нас.
Только позже, когда многие песни мира были спеты,
кто-то из великих обернулся назад.
И вглядевшись в мгновение,
где Красный всё ещё был юным и верным,
увидел —
не предателя, не врага,
а сломленное дитя.
Тогда стало ясно:
в тот миг его ещё можно было спасти.
Ему нужна была рука.
Нужно было лишь одно слово.
Одно движение сердца.
Но наша гордость, самонадеянность, слепота
не позволили это увидеть.
И из одной трещины выросли пропасти,
в которых утонули целые миры.
Если бы тогда свет Междумирья снизошёл,
если бы тогда кто-то коснулся его души —
быть может, у Красного был бы шанс.
Но теперь это лишь песня сожалений о том,
что могло быть.
🔥 𝔢𝔫 🔥
Forgotten Song from the Chronicle of the Valar
When the dark shadows fell upon the earth,
we blamed only those who birthed them.
But we did not look deeper, into ourselves.
We did not see the one who stood at the edge—
waiting.
Waiting for someone.
Calling.
Calling us.
Only later, when many songs of the world had been sung,
did one among the mighty turn back.
And gazing into a single moment,
where the Red One was still young and faithful,
they saw—
not a traitor,
not an enemy,
but a broken child.
Then it became clear:
in that moment, he could still have been saved.
He needed a hand.
Only a single word.
Only a movement of the heart.
But our pride, our arrogance, our blindness
kept us from seeing it.
And from a single crack grew chasms
that swallowed whole worlds.
If only then the Light of the Between-Worlds had descended,
if only someone had reached for his soul—
perhaps the Red One would have had a chance.
But now it is only a song of sorrow
for what could have been.
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“And there was Percival in the car. I recognised him ... I said, I don’t think you place is very safe ... You hear the whizzing over ... He went in and I didn’t realise he was burning his papers. And there I was holding, looking after him, sort of, until he finished what he had to do and went off. He wished me goodbye and went back to Singapore” - Herman Marie De Souza recounting the scene at Flagstaff House on 14 Feb 1942 #oldplaces #forgottenstories #storiesofwar #singapore #slastateproperty #nationalmonument #sgmemory https://www.instagram.com/p/CMTTgBanLRf/?igshid=3ulr6gfh4154
I am just wildly delighted with this drawing! Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→ (my heart beats very fast when I look at it), for several days I could not draw it (opening Krita I wanted to close it right away… A disgusting feeling to be honest (눈_눈)
I still can't admire Сalia with wings, she is just a work of art („ಡωಡ„)
P.S. Mmmm… I had some problems with loading my posts, hopefully that's resolved (¬_¬")
