At the beginning the empty space was occupied by the No-Face's men. Their only obsession was to reach the sacred Thing.
But the sacred Thing ate them. And from that absorb, the Thing becomes in fantastic dust. And from the dust, the amazing city raised.
New beings born from that dust, the blood of the first men. They live in an amazing city, where the ineffable cult to the Mask is worshiped. Every day they build one new magnificent monument to the big Mask. They always will remind the memory of his protection.
One day the big Mask will arrive there, and it will absorb the new beings. And the times will start again, and the wheel will keep on turned.
There was a face under the Mask, or it was empty.
Was the dream dreamed by him, or it was the Dream dreamed by itself.
Was the dream dreamed by him, or it was the Dream dreamed by itself.
Architecture modelling:
Personal Work.
Based on a dream.
Based on a dream.
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