Try, try, try, try, to think o’ something different, Oh, my, God, Keep, me from going Lunatic

A traveler, more like a machine than a man, with little left but himself, searches for and helps survivors of the Great Lightning; but as the years pass, their appearances, voices, and speech begin to change, but the traveler remains the same

an extraterrestrial creature that soars through the depths of space and gathers its food from the stars it passes by

Went to a garden recently, brought my friends along 💚💚

A machine that lost its purpose long ago is still actively roaming around longer than it should. Why does it still continue? Does it have a new purpose, or is it afraid of what will happen if it stops? Does stopping or continuing really make sense?

Happy #WIPWednesday! Are you working on a game? Making some art? Practicing a song? Something else? Tell us in the comments!

You can eat a cow today

Mean Green Mother From Outerspace

zelda pixelart !!

carrot horses roaming in open fields