Hello fellow DArters,
As you may have seen, there's a small poem on my gallery.
Snowflakes falling down the sky made me realize the transience of time, the never-ending cycle that binds our souls to this land.
We've had enough therapies to work out our lives, yet our judgement hardly ever defines the true meaning of creation.
Survivors of the mind, slaves of the spirit, lost between fantasy an flesh.
What could be more real than talking about that which makes us humans?
It is the intro for Minimal humans, my first ever attempt into hardcore sci-fi.
Let me explain to you, and give a briefing of it:
In year 2100, huge biotechnological c