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The Garden of the Veil

There are places where the boundaries between the visible and the invisible dissolve, leaving only a tenuous veil between the known and the ineffable. This garden is one such place—a tableau suspended in the eternal twilight of the soul. It is not merely a landscape but an initiation, a sacred riddle writ large in symbols both familiar and strange.

The sun hangs low in a sky ablaze with impossible colors, its light neither harsh nor gentle, but transformative. It is not the sun of ordinary days, but the alchemical Sol, the great generative principle. Beneath its watchful presence, the garden blooms in wild abundance, every flower and blade of grass shimmering as though alive with hidden purpose. The colors of the path are not random; they evoke the sevenfold mystery, the ascent of spirit through the planes of being. This is no mere stroll—it is a journey of initiation.

And then, the cat. Black as night, with eyes like burning sapphires, it reclines at the edge of the path, its gaze as inscrutable as an ancient oracle. In the traditions of the occult, the black cat is no mere animal; it is a guardian, a liminal creature that straddles the worlds of flesh and spirit. Its presence here is not accidental. It watches not as a passive observer, but as a keeper of the threshold. To pass it, one must first reckon with what lies within.

There, on the wall of the house—a mirror. But it does not reflect the world; it holds it. In the lore of the mystics, mirrors are more than objects of vanity. They are gateways, thresholds through which the hidden truths of the self may be glimpsed. To look into this mirror is not to see oneself, but to confront the depths of one’s own soul. It is both a warning and an invitation.

The entire scene hums with the resonance of ancient teachings. In the words of the Emerald Tablet:

“That which is Below corresponds to that which is Above, and that which is Above corresponds to that which is Below, to accomplish the miracle of the One Thing.”

The sun, the cat, the mirror, the garden—they are not separate, but expressions of the same truth, layered and intertwined. To walk this path is to step into the alchemical furnace, to be burned and remade.

But the garden is not kind. Its beauty is not meant to soothe, but to provoke. It whispers of secrets that cannot be unlearned, of transformations that cannot be reversed. This is not a place for the faint-hearted or the curious dilettante. It is a crucible, and those who enter must be prepared to leave something of themselves behind.

The cat watches, its gaze unyielding. The path stretches forward, a riot of color and shadow. The mirror glimmers, daring you to step closer. In this garden, there are no answers—only the promise of revelation. Whether you find it or flee from it is up to you.

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Have a great Sunday ✨ Do you believe in magic spells? 🪄 祝你周日愉快✨你相信魔法咒语吗？🪄

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The magician’s house 魔术师的房子

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Od Niwr—A piece dedicated to one of my first mentors, the person who introduced me to digital art back in 2012. Lloyd Newell, who passed away last year, was instrumental in shaping my journey. I would not be here without Lloyd’s brilliance.

Rest in peace, my friend. I miss you.

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The object in itself is meaningless… the significant thing is feeling.

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I see everything like this, or I see nothing.

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Art is not about what one sees, it’s about what one can make others see.

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Luminous Shadows

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Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?

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Space was still there; but it had lost its predominance. The mind was primarily concerned, not with measures and locations, but with being and meaning.

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Hidden World ✨

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Spirit animal ✨

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The only way to be happy is to love. Unless you love, your life will flash by.

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In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.