This room is ever changing, impossible to capture in the mind correctly with it's infinite possibilities. Everyone who enters, recalls it differently, even with incredible details. It's found only by those who truly need it, as their final hope.

The biggest sphere is powered by the magic of the giant … (read more)

This room is ever changing, impossible to capture in the mind correctly with it's infinite possibilities. Everyone who enters, recalls it differently, even with incredible details. It's found only by those who truly need it, as their final hope.

The biggest sphere is powered by the magic of the giant sun and it's children. Each smaller sphere is a backup that protects against any potential corruption. The room used to be filled with then, but over the centuries only a few remain.

The hero hoped to find some memories which have since become too foggy to recall no matter how hard she tried. The sun sphere might help her remember, but the trade off was serious a bargain. She had to share all of her memories with those who’d come after her.

She was afraid that it wouldn't work and started feeling self conscious of what others would find out from her memories. However, a warm breeze pushed the her closer to the sphere and she calmed, feeling reassured.

The sphere emitted a soft glow and the sun rays washed over the hero, enveloping her senses with visions. The sphere shows her jumbled memories, she recognizes a few places, but the flashes
move too fast for her to focus. Her cloak's charm protected her from any dark visions that were be too heavy for her mind to bare for now. She wanted knowledge, but not at all costs. Finally she found what she was looking for and it was beautiful.


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Many of my memories are rather foggy and I wish I could remember so much more. I'm thankful for photos and random flashes of memory I occasionally get, but it can be hard to remember details. I wish I had a device where I could playback my memories and memories of others, especially my mom’s. I regret not paying more attention to her stories, because I thought that I'd have more time with her to ask her to tell me again.

This painting is a sort of meditation, where I start with colors before I decide what to draw. This is my way of overcoming the insecurities while painting, which each one it gets a little easier, as an empty canvas is the enemy of creativity. I'm learning to let go and to follow the emotions and inspirations without reservations and being too self conscious.