The Cacophony #3

Its whispers have become screams. They surround you on all sides, as if everything is speaking at once. In the fever of its voice, your thoughts begin to slip into cacophony. Drawn back into its shadow, you trace the lines it has carved, and under the weight of your own distortion, you give up your autonomy to crown your rage. Truth and falsehood blur together. You can no longer tell them apart. You stop questioning. In this triumph of ignorance, cruelty can only bloom. The monster no longer has a form. You have let it become a system. You hear it clearly now. You call it your own. Artistic Medium: Digital Painting Original Artwork by Baku 8000 x 8000px