



🌌 Existential Context:
In a burnt-out future timeline, where time is not a straight line but a geometric disorder, a time cycle is torn. From that torn shadow, Vezma is born.
His body is like a moving universe — in his belly is the embryo of unfinished time, on his back the fossil of the past peeks, and in his eyes the spinning galaxy.
He does not speak — he only breathes, and with each breath a new shadow-creature is born, who writes blood in time.
⚙️ Form and Symbol:
The hands of the clock and the cracks in the glass rotate on his body: symbols of the soul born under the distortion and pressure of time.
Small creatures in a transparent shell inside his stomach: which are holographic time-fragments.
The constellations rotating behind his eyes: the combined vision of the past and future.
A pair of broken fans float on the right side: a reminder of his own suicide.
🌌 Existential Context:
In a burnt-out future timeline, where time is not a straight line but a geometric disorder, a time cycle is torn. From that torn shadow, Vezma is born.
His body is like a moving universe — in his belly is the embryo of unfinished time, on his back the fossil of the past peeks, and in his eyes the spinning galaxy.
He does not speak — he only breathes, and with each breath a new shadow-creature is born, who writes blood in time.
⚙️ Form and Symbol:
The hands of the clock and the cracks in the glass rotate on his body: symbols of the soul born under the distortion and pressure of time.
Small creatures in a transparent shell inside his stomach: which are holographic time-fragments.
The constellations rotating behind his eyes: the combined vision of the past and future.
A pair of broken fans float on the right side: a reminder of his own suicide.
🌌 Existential Context:
In a burnt-out future timeline, where time is not a straight line but a geometric disorder, a time cycle is torn. From that torn shadow, Vezma is born.
His body is like a moving universe — in his belly is the embryo of unfinished time, on his back the fossil of the past peeks, and in his eyes the spinning galaxy.
He does not speak — he only breathes, and with each breath a new shadow-creature is born, who writes blood in time.
⚙️ Form and Symbol:
The hands of the clock and the cracks in the glass rotate on his body: symbols of the soul born under the distortion and pressure of time.
Small creatures in a transparent shell inside his stomach: which are holographic time-fragments.
The constellations rotating behind his eyes: the combined vision of the past and future.
A pair of broken fans float on the right side: a reminder of his own suicide.