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Portal Keepers
The Portal Guardians were representatives of a community determined to discover the unknown secrets deep within the universe. Each of them floated in great cloth cloaks that encircled the infinity of space and reflected the light of the stars and the dance of the galaxies. These beings dedicated themselves to maintaining a mysterious balance in the universe.
The Portal Guardians symbolized the cold, dark emptiness of space on the one hand and the energetic glow of the stars on the other. Their fabric portals were filled with mysterious events that reflected universal phenomena such as the rotation of galaxies and the birth of stars.
The Portal Guardians traveled to different planets and star systems and studied various aspects of the universe as conscious researchers. In the depths of space, the visual delights of the energetic nebula spirals and celestial bodies made their existence a work of art.
One day, the leader of the Portal Guardians discovered a threat that could upset the balance of the entire universe. This threat was an energy being that traveled between the galaxies, absorbing everything and disturbing the natural balance of the universe. The beings joined forces to stop this threat and began to use the white matter as an energy source to ensure the continuation of life in the universe.
Koi 锦鲤
Once upon a time, there was a blue river that flowed in the sky and a golden river that flowed on Earth. The gods who lived on Earth blocked the passage between the blue and the golden rivers with a waterfall called the Dragon Gate. The koi fish were the most beautiful fish that swam in the golden river. One day, the smallest koi began to swim against the current... He swam and swam to reach the waterfall; I say a thousand meters, you say ten thousand meters... When the gods heard how hard the koi was trying to swim against the current, they said, "He's against us," and placed many obstacles to stop him, but the little koi kept swimming. When he reached the waterfall, the koi jumped to reach the top. But the waterfall, which was already high, seemed even higher to him, for he was tired from the long journey. Giving up never even crossed his mind. Realizing he was very tired, he decided to use all his remaining strength for the one jump he had left. The god of water watched Koi's efforts from the edge and, as Koi made his final jump, commanded the water, helping him leap even higher. The little Koi, who never gave up despite all the difficulties, disappeared into a mist as soon as he passed through the Dragon Gate. On the other side of the mist, he reappeared as a magnificent dragon. Since then, every fish like this little Koi, who shows courage, determination, and effort by opening the gate, transforms into a dragon.
Dryads
Dryads, also known as tree nymphs, are nature spirits who protect the trees in the forests. The term "dryad" derives from the Greek word for "oak," and they are explicitly referred to as "nymphs of the oaks."
Dryads
The cities now consist only of eyes. In misty, blue mornings, masts, towers, and sensors rise like monuments; they promise security, yet compel our gaze. This series speaks through the absence of humanity: fear is not an object within the frame, but a climate that permeates the entire image. The facades of the apartment blocks switch on their lights; the windows transform into tally boards. As the highway flows into emptiness, a single camera baptizes every movement; radio masts multiply not communication, but the infrastructure of obedience. The tones are cool, the composition austere, the sentences short: the language of power is like this, too. "Security" is perhaps not a measurable peace, but the name of a calculated silence. And the question remains: Whose eyes rest in this city—and whose eye never closes?
Dryads
They are standing in an endless moment.
They carry neither the burden of the past nor a haste that belongs to the future.
These solitary trees are the only witnesses that remain unmoved in the flow of time.
The wind passes by, the light changes, the sky alters its shape…
But they stay.
They may not provide shade, but they leave traces.
This series is an echo of both the outer world and our inner existence:
lonely yet rooted, silent yet storytelling…
Standing firmly against time, in the middle of the river,
in the simplest form of being:
shadowless.
Excitement!
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