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lashman

Another #PixelArt daily done! :) Where giants weep.

You can grab the full-quality versions (for free) here: ko-fi.com/i/IC0C11B66EZ

ENJOY!

Pixel art of an ancient stone fortress, where walls whisper tales etched by time, standing sentinel over secrets long buried. Grand trees rise like pillars of nature, their emerald arms cradling mysteries only the earth knows. A colossal tree wraps around the structure, its twisting branches a dance of life and stone, each leaf a story untold. At the entrance, twin pillars reach towards the sky, their presence echoing through the corridors of history. In the heart of the courtyard, a pool mirrors the heavens, its blue-green depths holding a floating riddle - a tiny enigma on water's surface. The air is thick with the silence of symbols, carvings that speak in the language of shadows. A pedestal at the entrance bears a creature, half-remembered, half-imagined, where reality and myth converge. The land itself breathes, each stone and leaf a note in the symphony of antiquity, every shadow a chapter waiting to be read. The image has a CRT filter applied.
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Pixel art of an ancient stone fortress, where walls whisper tales etched by time, standing sentinel over secrets long buried. Grand trees rise like pillars of nature, their emerald arms cradling mysteries only the earth knows. A colossal tree wraps around the structure, its twisting branches a dance of life and stone, each leaf a story untold. At the entrance, twin pillars reach towards the sky, their presence echoing through the corridors of history. In the heart of the courtyard, a pool mirrors the heavens, its blue-green depths holding a floating riddle - a tiny enigma on water's surface. The air is thick with the silence of symbols, carvings that speak in the language of shadows. A pedestal at the entrance bears a creature, half-remembered, half-imagined, where reality and myth converge. The land itself breathes, each stone and leaf a note in the symphony of antiquity, every shadow a chapter waiting to be read.
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Krzesław

@lashman really cool, have you thought about making an art timelapse? :)

Feb 26, 2025, 09:10 · · Tusky · 0 · 2
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