It is the slowly dripping dream that plunges a short rest into virtual infinity; this grinding, self-repeating sequence steadily wrenching all the comfort from a good night‘s sleep that pushes the figment of etching into reality. Like the morphing phantasm this oozy being escaped from, its existence is defined by shifting forms and ever-changing tides. Its nature is described as devious or malicious even – unjustly, as it seems. The figment of etching can in fact be the unbending fragment of kindness within the potentially crushing world it found itself again.
Find the Vulpecula over here & the other Figments I made so far over here:
REWARDS Critter Collector
REWARDS Critter Caretaker
REWARDS Critter Connoisseur
REWARDS Critter Curator
The Fluffy Folio
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