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How long? How long has it been since i remember my first demise. The being brought me back, impressed at the deed i committed. The first sin that caused me to be trapped in this repeating cycle of life and death. It's a different body, but i remember each and every time i died being too real. Most of the place that i woke up too gave me a low chance of survival that i might aswell just lay down and do nothing... There's nobody there to save me. This feeling of true isolation every time i die... only to be awaken someplace new. How many times am i expected to repeat this, just so i can remember the thing i did long in the past? The thing wanted me to remember... it wanted me to know what i did so wrong that i am punished like this...

I can't keep going on like this. Nothing i do can make me remember. I'm tired... yet there's no shoulder to cry on but my own.
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Hey there!
I hope you enjoy the painting along with the story that goes along with it!
This idea have been stuck in my mind for awhile and it took me awhile to actually commit to it, showing a darker side to the whole Dr.rabbit's storyline. A part that he's aware of yet he's hopeless to do anything about. So i instead of doing something that can instantly be treated as horrifying, i did a painting where from afar it looks like your usual drawing but the more you look into it, the more you notice that's not a ground or dirt or rocks. It's a bunch of Dr.rabbit's body. No matter how much he die he will simply woke up somewhere different. Think of it as him playing Minecraft hardcore and each time Steve dies, you simply made a new world. Kinda like that. And probably have been doing it for a looooong time. This painting shows the internal and mind struggle of him trying to cope with it.

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How long? How long has it been since i remember my first demise. The being brought me back, impressed at the deed i committed. The first sin that caused me to be trapped in this repeating cycle of life and death. It's a different body, but i remember each and every time i died being too real. Most of the place that i woke up too gave me a low chance of survival that i might aswell just lay down and do nothing... There's nobody there to save me. This feeling of true isolation every time i die... only to be awaken someplace new. How many times am i expected to repeat this, just so i can remember the thing i did long in the past? The thing wanted me to remember... it wanted me to know what i did so wrong that i am punished like this...

I can't keep going on like this. Nothing i do can make me remember. I'm tired... yet there's no shoulder to cry on but my own.
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Hey there!
I hope you enjoy the painting along with the story that goes along with it!
This idea have been stuck in my mind for awhile and it took me awhile to actually commit to it, showing a darker side to the whole Dr.rabbit's storyline. A part that he's aware of yet he's hopeless to do anything about. So i instead of doing something that can instantly be treated as horrifying, i did a painting where from afar it looks like your usual drawing but the more you look into it, the more you notice that's not a ground or dirt or rocks. It's a bunch of Dr.rabbit's body. No matter how much he die he will simply woke up somewhere different. Think of it as him playing Minecraft hardcore and each time Steve dies, you simply made a new world. Kinda like that. And probably have been doing it for a looooong time. This painting shows the internal and mind struggle of him trying to cope with it.