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π³ππ. πΈπΆπΈπ» π³ππ. πΈπΆπΈπΆ
To remind the world that darkness exists To shine To show the night its own light To hold the branch of probability even when the dark grows thick
I made this self-portrait in December 2020 by candlelight before we knew the weight of outage schedules blackouts sirens before we learned the power of a single flame or a string of small lights
Today December 2025 I printed that portrait and scratched across it the pattern of our power-cut timetable branches of time, a trace that returns and returns
Upon the face and the candles I set tiny guardian-crosses growing patterns branches like those on old icons rushnyky and ancestral talismans symbols that guide protect
and whisper to me their tale of the path through the devouring dark
π― first one
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