A city and a village, connected by something, a man and a boy, a girl and a woman.

The world has become a cyber-desert. The reigns of tyranny seek to wipe out humanity completely, allowing artificial intelligence to take control of the world. Humans are no longer needed. Rovve is one of the few remaining rebels who still have the strength to fight this hell. His only purpose in life is to destroy the man behind it all — the man who merged irreversibly with AI and became a god, controlling everything and everyone.

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''A new born doll asks an independent cat how to be human''.

Viktor is a boy who lives in a Ukrainian city with a drug-addicted mother. His grandmother, whom he comes for the holidays to, is a charlatan who makes money on the image of a village witch. He hides in his imaginary world from such a reality. But this world is lost when Victor experiences violence. He, empty, will have to find the lost, but already outside himself, and in another person. www.patreon.com/feo_art (Support and early access!)

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‘Light. Darkness. Purgatory. Hell? Heaven?’ Lucius does not know where he is. Just this morning he was carefully illuminating the pages of The Rule and now, now he sees his beloved cantor with an arrow wedged right in between his emerald-green eyes. He thinks of God. He is thinking about how his Holy Father must have suffered, seeing his beloved Son on the Cross. He wonders if Jesus has thought of the smell of the wood of the Cross that he has been nailed to. He looks at his Brothers and thinks about what was the last thing they felt. Did the Cantor pick up on the high pitched sound of the arrow that took his life piercing the air with an ungodly speed? Did the Scriptor die while feeling such a familiar touch of paper on his hands? He closes his eyes. He opens them, and he's no longer there. The forest keeps him safe, for now. "But the Devil still lurks." He thinks to himself. Before him, the horrors of that morning stand before his lying eyes. It's too much, and with the last goodbye of his Prior hovering, like a whispered benediction, above his head, he leaves. Lucius hopes to find God again in the world outside the monastery, but is that what awaits for him; the kinship of a needed light, spread out for him to see? Those walls had hardly been left by him before, and one wonders if a man of the cloth can realise himself as a saint or a sinner, a beast or angel, mortal or spirit, where one can only come to find humanity instead.