Serene Landscape with Figure at Dark Chasm and Ocean

The realm of darkness

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Amanda Mic...
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  Prompt: Create a rendering of this poem, called the realm of darkness, that has a mix of symbolist art and Māori and Polynesian patterns. I thought of death As I lay dying, Trying desperately To cling to her. That vibrant ray of new hope: emerging then fading. In: the darkness. All shelters over; All goodbyes unsaid. Out: dawn, light. Sprinkles of sand. Fragments of snow. Each hour is tedious, Until you know it’s your last… A kaleidoscopic flash, slides from an ancient projector flashing inside your retinas. The moment’s magic, never to be seen again by this particular lifeform, this ‘one,’ this part of brahman again. A passive act. Fundamental and tragic. Valiant effort; bygone days; bygone ways. Each fragmentary being has a pākata of these. They are the shape of our memories. Our dwindling moments. … Then, hine-nui-te-pō comes; she swims from the darkness to consume this fragment: now is the hour. … One gasp remains. One final breath. my last, dying, seconds. All options exhausted. We finally cease. Our emotions: we die as if they’re true. We relinquish them And are born anew.
  
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Create a rendering of this poem, called the realm of darkness, that has a mix of symbolist art and Māori and Polynesian patterns. I thought of death As I lay dying, Trying desperately To cling to her. That vibrant ray of new hope: emerging then fading. In: the darkness. All shelters over; All goodbyes unsaid. Out: dawn, light. Sprinkles of sand. Fragments of snow. Each hour is tedious, Until you know it’s your last… A kaleidoscopic flash, slides from an ancient projector flashing inside your retinas. The moment’s magic, never to be seen again by this particular lifeform, this ‘one,’ this part of brahman again. A passive act. Fundamental and tragic. Valiant effort; bygone days; bygone ways. Each fragmentary being has a pākata of these. They are the shape of our memories. Our dwindling moments. … Then, hine-nui-te-pō comes; she swims from the darkness to consume this fragment: now is the hour. … One gasp remains. One final breath. my last, dying, seconds. All options exhausted. We finally cease. Our emotions: we die as if they’re true. We relinquish them And are born anew.

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An illustration of a poem. A mysterious figure stands at the edge of a dark, intricately patterned cave, illuminated by a radiant beam of light leading to a bright sunrise over tranquil waters.