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You know what time is it? time for my New Drops! 🍎 "Awe" 1/1 "Excitement" 1/1 from Human emotions collection! 18 piece remains to be revealed!

RT @ToneAce561: GM. ☕🖤 Life is borrowed time. We don't get to decide how much of it we're given, only what we do with it. Make it count. Memento Mori — @Minotaur_Man 🎨 Pay It Forward. 🫶

RT @John_Thurman_1: Gm ☀️ Prairie Fire 4 ⬇️1/1 on Transient ⬇️

Fuck it, more art🔥

RT @0x_vertigo: Fuck it, more art🔥

RT @0x_vertigo: Good morning!

RT @gulbakanozge: GM ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ Artist / Art

GM ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ Artist / Art

RT @Solarchi_: GM! Happy tez tues 🧡 “Shard #20” – 1/5 Available on secondary

RT @Asalkhniii: GE everyone!🪿 "Levante" 4/10 available on objkt check it out on the link below📌📌📌

RT @Asalkhniii: GM! 🦏🦏 🧨🧨🧨 Last edition of "ancestral chase" is still available on Objkt! Check it out on the link below📌

RT @mamaralic: (un)happy #tezostuesday 🖤 "At Dawn" editions available on objkt 31 xtz (not even $9) 🔗⬇️

RT @AlinaMorrele: Good morning fam 🫶 Happy TT 🌞 🍁 New Drop 🍁 for event #midnightmass by @617gallery 🤍 ▫️Uninvited guest ▫️ It has a history... 13/13 ▫️ 31 xtz available on @objktcom until October 31 🍁 🖇️🔻

RT @AlinaMorrele: Good morning fam 🫶 Happy TT 🍁 🤍 SHILL POST 🤍 I want to collect some art on @objktcom Share your art 🔥👻 below up to 10 xtz (but that’s not necessary) 🫶 ▫️Include image of art and links ▫️Tag friends ▫️Retweet this shill tweet / my pin post Let's go 🌟

RT @MinaAbbasi84: Good morning ❤️ #TEZOSTUESDAY The Last Caged song 1/1 80 xtz Some cages have no bars, and some birds never learn to leave. Perhaps freedom begins the moment we stop mistaking silence for peace. 🔗🔻

RT @emptysoulprime: Good morning, humans .👁️I👁️. Standing with my demons...👺👹 Beautiful death...Stranding with my demons... In the heart of the endless black, where silence had grown teeth, the Warrior stood alone, until he wasn't. The demons bloomed like wounds in reality: green fire screaming from a grid of yellow, square teeth; mane lashing like severed power lines in a storm; pink madness grinning through melting, mosaic flesh; square-void eyes swallowing every stray photon; blue shadows splitting open with mandibles that clicked ancient, unspeakable code. Two faces, five, infinite, they circled, merged, tore apart, old debts finally come due. In his grip pulsed the blade: no mere sword, but a nightmare composite,bone white spine fused to executioner's curve, hilt braided in throbbing neon veins, guard a fractured mandala, whose single green eye stared back, patient, knowing, older than regret. One face leaned close, breath scorching like overloaded circuits. ''You ran long enough. Fear in father's voice, shame in mother's silence, nights you begged the dark to erase your name. We aren't here to end you. You summoned us home.'' He laughed cracked, alive. Something silver red slipped from his lips; he didn't bother to name it. '' Die standing,'' he told them, lifting the blade so it drank their screaming colors and spat them back twice as vicious. ''Rather than live on my knees, like slaves to silence.'' The pink one tilted, almost tender. ''No beauty left in pretending you're alone. So let us seek a beautiful death together. ''No war cry. No leap. Only the pull of inevitability. He swung once, not to destroy, but to merge. Riot of their own multiplied demons in a final clash... Around him the demons bloomed again: two faces, maybe five, maybe infinite. One screams green fire from a mouth full of yellow square teeth, hair whipping like live wires in storm wind. Another grins pink madness, eyes glowing square voids that drink light. A third splits blue shadows, mandible clicking runes no tongue could speak. They circle, they merge, they peel apart again. Like old friends who came to collect. In his hands: - the blade. Not one sword, but a living composite spine fused to curved executioner's edge, hilt wrapped in braided neon veins, guard a fractured mandala with a single green eye at the center staring back at him. It vibrates. It knows him better than he knows himself. One of the faces leans in, breath like burnt circuit boards. “You ran long enough,” it hisses, voice layered a hundred times. “Fear. Shame. The nights you begged the dark to forget your name. We're not here to kill you. We're here because you called us home.” He laughs, cracked, real. Blood or mercury trickles from his mouth; he doesn't check which. ''Die standing, ''he tells them, raising the sword so the blade catches every screaming color and throws it back twice as bright. ''Rather than live on my knees like slaves to silence.'' ''There is no more beauty left in pretending you're alone. So let us seek a beautiful death together.” No charge. No dramatic leap. Just the inevitable collision at the heart of the swirl. Steel kisses steel or bone kisses thought. The blade drives through the green skull's open maw, splitting fractal teeth. In the same frozen instant, claws rake across his chest, blue tendrils punch through ribs, yellow eyes flare as the mandala guard bites deep into his own sternum. They lock. Foreheads ,nearly touch. Blades buried to impossible depths. Colors bleed together: green into pink into blue into red into white hot nothing. The void pulse once, twice, then etch themselves permanent: Die standing rather than live on our knees like slaves. There is no more beauty to be had from life, so let us then seek a beautiful death. Standing with my demons, finally whole. No one falls. The hum fades to silence. The black remains black, but now it's warmer, thicker, like velvet that remembers light. In the center: one figure, upright forever. Multiple faces melted into a single defiant mask. Multiple blades fused into one impossible weapon still gripped tight. Unbroken. Unbowed. That was the last stand ,not against the world, but with it. Three souls. All its shadows. Still standing...

Good morning, humans .👺⚔️👹. Last stand... " Die standing rather than live on my knees like slaves!" "There is no more beauty to be had from life, so let us then seek a beautiful death! " Two dying warriors, lord and executioner, meet in the snow-choked pass after all others have fallen. They speak the defiant words, clash in a single lethal instant, and impale each other. Neither kneels. Neither falls. They die standing, locked together in eternal defiance, becoming the final, unbreakable image of the lost battle. Only two remained.... .... Armor split, left arm useless, katana trembling in his good hand. And the Shogun’s executioner faceless helm, nodachi dripping red, breathing slow as death itself. They faced each other across ten paces of trampled, crimson snow. One spoke first, voice raw but clear. “Die standing,” he said, '' rather than live on our knees like slaves.” The executioner tilted his head no reply, only the soft creak of lacquered plates. ''There is no more beauty to be had from life,'' he continued, almost gently, ''so let us then seek a beautiful death. '' One step.... Then another.... No flourish.... No roar. They met in the center, like two shadows colliding. Steel sang once, twice. The katana opened the executioner from collar to hip. Both staggered... Neither knelt... They stood locked together, blades buried deep, foreheads almost touching, blood pooling black on white. The executioner: long exhale. Then silence. When the snow finally stopped, hours later, two figures remained upright in the pass embracing in death, swords still crossed, refusing to fall. Two sword lines, carved deep: Die standing rather than live on our knees like slaves. There is no more beauty to be had from life, so let us then seek a beautiful death. The wind reads them still. That was their last battle. Two men. One moment. Unbroken. A last stand... May we all have a great calm week🤞

RT @pandagenix: GM fam! Happy tez day! The Pleasure of Disappearing – 20ed - 7xtz link👇

RT @AnnasXechoes: Qt your flowers art

Qt your flowers art

RT @NitroNFTpomelo: GG GGGG GGGGGMMM M MMMMMM MMMM TO YOU FROM POM POM POM POM THE GM MACHINE!!! Tuesdays stands for no IRL work for Pome. So it is a happy drawing day. I have to finish an animation and I’ll be making more weird stuff throughout the day. And you??? Plans? I LOOOVEEE YOUUUUUUUU BYE

RT @firoozeh_solati: gm🩷 Pink Pumpkin 👻

RT @maneli_artwork: Gm and Happy #TEZOSTUESDAY ✨ "One and Many" 11 eds | 20 XTZ "The Current" 11 eds | 20 XTZ Both are intuitive oil paintings on canvas paper🎨🖌️ 🔗🔻