He is part bear, like a hibernating spirit warrior smoking out with demons trying
to get all the fake pretty things in the multiverse to chill out and be
real. All those noises are where he does all his old school warrior
work. That or he smokes his respiratory system into growliness, but I
like to think of him as befriending demons to do the good work of embracing
the beautiful darkness. When you close your eyes and the dark is open
with no lines, in that boundlessness he paints lines, he draws worlds, he
sees it all, his visions of that realm come out in his art. It is too
obvious in what he can do that other humans just can’t. It’s all
connected, that place what he can bring to life, how he sees it.
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