Two figures on a crumbling bridge over water, with glowing creatures, pink flowers, and a sunset in a surreal fantasy landscape.

it's funny i always thought when i finally arrived at the bridge of my wealth, power, and earthly manifestations it be of comfort no, im not a child of god, my bridge is as old and eroded as the infernal mothers slumber, i, the vessel of she now stand at this eroded bridge some aparts solid, some parts not, alld angerzones visbile suggesting it wants me to jump around and swing like its an obstacle in the darkness, my riches in the blackest zones of the twilight illuminated by its artifical shine, goddessireblossoms, beach beauty, liminal hell, backrooms, alienverse See more