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:P
The only thing I don't understand is the point of the man pointing a gun at us.
By the way, I think the color balance is off. The green in the center is out of place. (But that's just me, maybe it's fine.)
"selection of color palette"
https://color.adobe.com/ru/create/color-wheel
look for something similar.
Cause that doesn't make me see you more of a badass...
It makes me just feel bad for you cause death doesn't give a flying **** on who or what you are.
Couple with that with existential dread and what you might get as a result is me.
Someone who got humbled by a fictional space rhino.
Because we find ways to cope and ignore the dread so that we can go about our lives before we meet the inevitable.
Cause I don't remember having any memories before I was born and came to existence.
...Unless you have a dream of being with people who you never seen before in your entire life but are somehow familiar to you almost as if you knew them a lot despite not knowing who they are yet you feel like you know them.
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