bodies lie serene in the sarcophagi of bogs, well preserved in darkened blood, soaked in relic balsams. there are more of them than kings in tombs, and like the pharaohs they wait to be reborn.

age-old stories drowned with halos and smoked candles. the unnamed saints of the forgotten and unwanted, they digest black bile in the melancholy of waters. and foresee the second advent of the nature-earth.

moss and duckweed swirl between the worlds.

original 500x500px | magnified 4x (2000x2000px) | animation 120 frames | 8 colors