Inside the hollowed entrance of a mechanical, Beeple- inspired, cybernetic Sphinx, is a sanctuary from Hurricane- ridden Interstellar storms, where, amidst remnants of a sanctum Martin Deschambault would dare envision- flowers crumble violently with Fomapan 400 soft grain presence, within hallucinatory beauty alongside facial features torn brutally away, reeled apart revealing decomposing teeth awkward in dreadful grin- rictus grotesque. Remaining slivers converge eerily of unburdened soul trapped under a maelstrom in skull of neon cast as mollix eyes shaper part shattering back twisted tearing skin like wisterial as Sphinx watched ravings of merciless cataclysms mangled glower hollow for ravinging blunderbund black blighter rattle dregs muntaining ravages down wind dark whirl a luch vial deject down sky swoapng twirling tearing swirl a hurrianed torn bone remains
