For those who want beautiful designs but also need simplicity.
Plania
It's actually a pretty rational street, it just pretends to be a garbage can or a street lamp.
Yor
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.
Escape Flip
Spirit of the broken item, hear me out! We fell to pieces but let's accept it, we had a great time.
Because Of You
"The ego is your enemy, not your friend. It is the ego that gives you wounds and hurts you. It is the ego that makes you violent, angry, jealous, competitive. It is the ego that is continuously comparing and feeling miserable."
Osho
Arnung
Everyday they wake up, check the day's menu and choose a mask. Because extras don't use stunt doubles.
Paper Ground
Rigid cities bend with footprints left on wet concrete, and perhaps, the surface changes its mind.
Ecek
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.
Rollkow
After the harvest was complete, they entrusted the field to a crow and took off. Now they had exactly 200 years left to return.
Mış
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.
Stories Sketch
On the first blank page I saw, I took a bunch of notes before they flew away.
Mengene Sketch
When everyone stares at each other, the skin of differences gets scraped.
Imagine
I became a roleplayer in this open world where reality is constantly evolving. As a side quest, I rendered the ones left on the road.
Okeanos
I survived for centuries and began performing a one-man play in the flashy costumes of each and every species that I caused the extinction of.
Sold-Out
Xuntos
Man in search of tranquility flees from other men and yearns for men afterwards. He never thought he'd want to come across someone like him on the road. Perhaps this lengthy solitude scared him. He couldn't have gone so mad as to be on a journey everyone would fear. Man rests on the road, questions, contradicts himself and wants to relax at the end of the day. He was going to be still if only he saw a silhouette or a movement. What he needed was the awareness that he wasn't all alone. Before long, he saw some people walking toward the horizon by themselves. He had his journey somewhat confirmed by their existence. He wasn't alone. Man can remain alone at most until that time when he feels he can tolerate others.
Sold-Out
