I willed an infinitesimal part of my nonexistence into being and incarnated as Hermestheus, uttering its name and severing it from my influence. It rippled across the Material Realm; my body forming into that of a newborn angel, ignorant of the world. I gazed upon my material body as it fell down an abyssal ocean. It grew into a cherub as it acclimated to the realm, eventually drifting into the shore of Singirvam, the Land of Slaughter. 

As I set foot into the land, I felt the paralysing echoes of wrath, bloodlust, and death. Its inhabitants diverted their attention to me as my foreign presence alerted them. They slaughtered each other out of existence for the glory of being the one to keep me as their child. No one was victorious.

I walked alongside the endless shore and listened more to the echoes of the land. Some of those who sought my presence have returned to life, continuing their carnage once more. Others moved away to fight somewhere else.

My stroll was halted as a crimson light emanated in front of me. It was Aitromme, the Embodiment of Death, and a daughter of mine. I asked her name, in which she gave me a perplexed stare and asked, "Have you forgotten?" She answered my question and the utterance of her name erased my existence and left her in a greater state of perplexion. After returning to existence, she revealed that my presence faintly resembled myself. Her keenness made me proud as I observed from beyond. I, the incarnation, even more perplexed than she was, asked who I resembled. Her revelation of me resembling myself filled me with suffocating yet serene power, for the comparison was the most rightful for me than any of my daughters. The invocation of my name ringing in all corners of my material body.

"I was prepared to punish myself, but I am not mistaken. You must be THE incarnation of our mother." she spoke unto me with a delighted yet concerned smile. "But be warned, for you are no different from any of us. You are not our mother, however close you may resemble her. No matter how infinitesimally greater your resemblance is to her compared to any of us angels, all of us are still her daughters." Enlightened, I replied, "I am Hermestheus, Siaeraielle incarnated. I know not the reason for my being, yet I will roam this realm no different from any angel, devil, or fairy, for I am no greater or lesser than any of my sisters." 

Unveiling her wings, she said, "Indeed, heal or harm others as you may. Live the way you would be happy, have your death be meaningful to both yourself and the others, and continue the cycle of rebirth with vigour. Until we meet again, Hermestheus. Let us bask in the love of our Mother."

She disappeared before the crimson light could vanish and erased its presence from existence. I was left wondering about the place of love amongst this ocean of carnage, brutality, and animosity.

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Parts of our belongingness united into one, and became another place for our daughters to roam before returning to us. It was an endless land between our belongingness. Overlapped by Faedomme, underneath Domielle, and above Helldom. Our Mother named this union the Material Realm, as its echo was faint enough for the concept of Dimensions to materialize. And so the Material Realm became the realm of eternal finality, uncertainty, and controlled incomprehensibility. A realm of fleeting and false progressions. A welcomed form of perfect imperfection.

The existence of the Material realm delighted our Mother and so She named the boundaries between it and our belongings the Astral Realm. The Astral realm was a result of my sisters and I enveloping our belongingness with our Mother's love. 

Delighted by the union of our belongingness, my sisters and I united the names of our belongings, and called them the Primordial Realm.

And so the wholeness of Macrocosmos was realized as the fruit of the love that we gave to our Mother, for returning the love that She gave us would not suffice compared to what we felt when we received Her love. It was the end of the beginning.

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Our Mother created the Macrocosmos, the cornucopia of paradoxes. It was perfect yet unstable. Collapsing yet steadfast. It was the embodiment of Her love. And we welcomed it and inhabited it, for the act of embracing it was the only way we could return it.

We all brought our belongings with us and enveloped them with our Mother's love. We roamed the Macrocosmos, its shape conforming to our will, our names traversing all of its corners.

Our names eventually returned to us as echoes. They were our daughters and we loved them dearly. And our echoes had echoes and their echoes had echoes. Us and our daughters lived in a symphony of endless infinite love.

Like us, our daughters developed their own belongingness and we watched over them. Just like our Mother, we gave them all of our love and let them go on their own. It was full of delight yet filled with sorrow. It felt familiar, yet strange. It was the embodiment of our love, and the echo of the love of our Mother. And it continued to echo. For our daughters. For our Mother. For us. For Anastasia.

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Before the beginning, there was nothing. Before nothing, there was a Corpse. The Corpse was alive, and Its name was Anastasia. She uttered Her name and It reverberated across the nonexistent void of nothingness, for nothingness has yet to exist. 

And so Anastasia let the concept of concepts be, the utterance of Her name refracting the unknown into the incomprehensible. Thus began the nonexistence of I, and my sisters. As we felt the embrace of our Mother's name, we also uttered our own.

Anaerahel uttered her name first, for her name is the beginning of our Mother's. Its reverberation intertwined with our Mother's, condensing the abstraction of the incomprehensible into the sense of finality.

Staerafae brought forth the sense of infinity as the middle of our Mother's name is always between the beginning and the end.

I, Siaeraielle, uttered the end of our Mother's name. I spelled the incomprehensibility of the uncertain and marked the end of the start of the beginning. Our nonexistence sprung the march of progression.

As the echoes of our name melded with those of our Mother's, She gave us love and brought life to Her Corpse. She knew and gave what we wanted and She began the beginning.

Anaerahel created Helldom and it echoed the concept of belonging. Likewise, Staerafae created Faedomme, echoing a similar sense of belonging. I followed their lead and created Domielle and felt a sense of belonging similar, yet different to that of my sisters'.

We felt our Mother's delight as She acknowledged our belongingness. It reverberated between us and we realized that its conception was the beginning.

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Collabs are fun, and I wanted to host one for Pico Day! So....

Defeat the Evil Dragon!

Draw your OC performing an attack! If you don't have one, you can draw your favorite Newgrounds character. I will draw a big fire breathing dragon and compile all the entries to make it look like a big dragon raid!

Rules:

- Draw your character in full body side-view performing an attack (similar to a 2D platformer)

- If your character is performing a ranged attack, create a separate file for their projectile

- No NSFW submissions

- No excessive gore

- No stolen OCs

- No AI art

- Be respectful

- Follow the forum rules

Submission:

- Post your entries HERE

- You can submit up to 5 entries!

- Your entry must be 250x250 px

- Submit your entry as a transparent .PNG file

- If your entry is created traditionally, you need to scan it and make it transparent

Who can join?

- Everyone!

Deadline:

May 12, 2024

11:59 PM GMT

Other things:

- Be creative! You can draw your character flying, dancing, or whatever you can think of!

- The collage will be posted on Pico Day (May 18)

- Have fun!

- Got back to drawing

- Joined the Sandwich Collab

- over 33 people followed me thank you :D

- Drew 100th Anastasia Project Character

- Wrote a script for an Erebus movie

To answer my question last month, this month was better I think. Not only did I got back to drawing, I also got motivated to write again. Let's GO!!!

A few months ago I published a comic and asked for feedback. It helped me a lot to figure out what I want to do next. So now I am writing the script for an Erebus movie. It might just stay as a script though. I don't know anything about making movies nor scriptwriting. Whatever, I'll just finish it as a comic first. But I really want it to be movie. Maybe some day I can make it.

They just hit you hard before you even know where they came from. Eventually you'll have a vague idea what direction or place they might have come from, but you wouldn't know why. Sometimes they've already struck somebody else and you're left wondering how you ended up walking down the same road as that person without ever crossing paths with them.

This weird phenomenon happened to me a bunch of times in the past. And it has happened again with Erebus. I had stories planned ready to be drawn once I had enough motivation to continue it. Then I decided to watch a bunch of movies on a whim. I watched Alien and its prequels. Its story is similar to what I planned for my own story. I did not realize it at first but once I did, I was amazed. Obviously it's not exactly identical, but the main story is similar. The only difference it that I could probably never achieve something as great and impactful. I have never watched these movies before but its influence is definitely present in a many things that I liked. And it's even made way before I was born. I researched about it and was amazed again at how much it was inspired by other works of art as well.

So I return to Erebus, my own story. I know that it's not exactly original at all but from what I have observed at everything that I talked about earlier, it just goes on a circle. Many ideas have been explored before and after Alien was released. They don't necessarily change the entirety of storytelling, they just spin the wheel to a different direction. And that's what I'll do with Erebus. Maybe I'll get bored with it and fail. Maybe I'll finally succeed. But there's one thing I want to believe: There are infinite invisible trucks out there, and each of them can go in any direction. Doesn't matter where, they all go somewhere. These may not be one thing afterall :/

I'm only 3 fans away from 333 fans. It's crazy. I have been trying out other stuff but I will get to posting drawings as soon as I can. I just re-read a comic I made a year ago and I think it would be fun to publish it here. It's around 60 pages but I cut some corners to make it shorter out of impatience so it will be much longer when posted here. Or shorter, I don't know.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who followed me.

(A sketch of my supposed entry in The Summertime in Wintertime Collab which I didn't get to finish because I have no motivation) (Even though it won't appear in the collab anymore, I'll still finish it this month, I hope)

• Started college again. Hope I don't fail this time...
• Barely drew anything
• Continued studying game design
• Binged all of Kung Fu Panda movies, enjoyed all of them.

I wasn't motivated enough to draw anything this month. Maybe because school is bothering me. Maybe because I hit an art block. Maybe both, I don't know. This month feels sad. Everyday felt the same and it was over before I knew it. The only good thing that happened was me getting inspiration from Kung Fu Panda. Maybe I will make fan art of the characters...

Will the next month be better?