This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway.

A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty.

The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists.

Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation.

A meditation on mortality.
A dreamscape of regeneration.
A skull dreaming of forests.

Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic:

Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace.
Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use.
AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me.
So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines.
I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted).
And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider.

I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone.
Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself.
I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should.

The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there.
And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world.
How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?

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Vampire: The Masquerade – Félix Renard

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Vampire: The Masquerade – Magnus Eberhardt

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Vampire: The Masquerade – Silas Drenovic

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Vampire_ The Masquerade – Silas Drenovic

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
Cruelty smiles, negativity tells.
Demons trail, a haunting plight,
Trying to halt my inner light.

Everywhere, their presence sneers,
In screens and faces, fueling fears.
Monsters lurk, in corners creep,
Laughing softly, beneath my sleep.

Yet, I fight, with courage bright,
Seeking solace, in endless night.
I call to God, with fervent plea,
Chase them back to hell, and set me free.

A God-fearing soul, I yearn to find,
Peace in heart, and peace in mind.

So this is too funny...I wake up around 6 to work out,slept in today. I was listening to this album and the creepy awsome into started playing,a wolf howls in the distance and my neighbors dumb dog is all "W00f ! W00f ! W0000f!" It fears the darkness !!!! Guess I know what songs I'm adding to my playlist,here is the album for all you cool cats. Astarte-Doomed Dark Years (2017) Black Metal. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=O1fNcFBrTO4&list=RDO1fNcFBrTO4&start_radio=1&t=2289s&pp=ygUHYXN0YXJ0ZaAHAQ%3D%3D

The mouth of Saurons bids theeeZ Welcome wandarer of the outer Darkness