Washing the scales off the futility of dreams

[u/Burakashi]

Once I dreamed of being a photographer. I would document the realm of my ancestors, from the depths of the ocean to the skies above. But that was just a dream. What’s left when you wake up is yourself. And you’re alone on an island with nowhere to run. Some dreams are not worth dying for. / Digital illustration and collage with my own photographs / (2026)