Connie Bakshiさんのイラストまとめ

And with the force of a whisper, the last god of death breathed to life on chain. Thank you, anon, for awakening our guardian and bringing a whirlwind of a day to a quiet close this week.

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"One day, an unknown voice came from above. 'Fly against the wind, and you will break your wings.' Terrified, they flew to the ground. There they remained while their feathers slowly grew around them, binding them to the earth."

— bird no. 20, Birds of Paradise
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1/ The remaining Birds of Paradise will burn on Tuesday.

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She was known for her ability to perfectly copy the songs and calls of anything she heard. She couldn’t find the pathway to paradise because she could not find her own voice.

— bird no. 15 (0.1Ξ)
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One day, an unknown voice came from above. “Fly against the wind, and you will break your wings.” Terrified, they flew to the ground. There they remained while their feathers slowly grew around them, binding them to the earth.

— bird no. 20 (SOLD)🙏
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10 of 30 pieces available until April 26.
Remaining pieces to burn from memory.

Birds of Paradise visits a timeless utopia resurrected from the lost dreams of artificial intelligence.

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“He is a fearsome bird who wages war against those who would defy him. With each victory, he layers upon himself the feathers of his fallen enemies until he no longer sees or recalls his original form.”

— bird no. 13 (0.1Ξ)
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"Am I not the most beautiful bird of them all?" The god replied, "There is only one thing you lack. Like all mortals, beauty can fade and die." She replied, "Then give me the blessing of eternal beauty.' The god smiled and changed her feathers into stone.

— bird no. 16 (SOLD)🙏

Ever grateful.

"They wait by fissures in the earth, until the ground shakes and smoke swirls around their feathers. They travel upon the thick fog, which takes them to different realms than the ones that they inhabited before."

— bird no. 10 (SOLD)
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"When spring arrives, she enshrouds herself in fallen feathers. The ground welcomes her by wrapping her in flowers that smell like other birds of her kind. There, she falls into a long slumber and dreams of the winter snow." — AI

bird no. 23 (SOLD)

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