SOULS REUNITED IN ONE HOME.
Hola a todos, soy Humansleep. En esta ocasión quiero publicar mi trabajo en la comunidad Alien Art Hive. Y aquí también compartiré el proceso de trabajo, ya sea dibujo o boceto.
Return Home.
In a space of the galaxy that has no direction or time, far from human civilization, even GPS would struggle to locate it, there is a place known only as “home.” It has no address like a normal house, nor is it a building or a planet—rather, it is a consciousness that waits.
The house breathed like a living creature. Its walls pulsed, and from its cracks grew strange plants that spread and emitted a soft mist. The mist was not poisonous, but a memory.
In the past, those little souls wandered around aimlessly, going who knows where. Some strayed too far, some forgot to go home, some just stood there blankly thinking, “Who am I, anyway?” some just followed the flow because they didn't know where to go, and some had changed form based on their experiences, becoming whispers, shadows, vague feelings, and some had evolved into souls with deep wounds, disappointments, and trauma. They walked alone without knowing where they were headed.
Until one day, they felt something similar. It was silent, and it wasn't light, but it felt like a gentle pull... like a reminder, “you have a place to go home to.” From that emptiness, something emerged. An alien? A plant? Cosmic Guardian? It was unclear, its form was strange. But it was there. At its peak, a pair of large eyes opened, not judging, just accepting. From its body grew branches of life in random shapes. Leaves, smoke, curves, nameless fragments of flavor. Strange... but comfortable.
One by one, souls draw near. Each soul that enters does not disappear; they merge. Not consumed... but united. Until there is no longer a boundary between “me” and “the other.” Each soul carries a story, and all stories live together in the same vessel.
The house turned out not to be a place of residence. It was a collective being formed from the loneliness of many consciousnesses. The alien plants growing inside it served as a bridge—they filtered memories, traumas, and identities, then merged them into a new, calmer consciousness. And became something more complete.
And in the end, all souls who once felt lost finally realized one simple thing: they were never truly lost—they were simply on their way home to become one.
This work was created with ink on paper, using a pencil.
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“Souls Reunited in One Home depicts souls that were once separated, slowly returning and merging into one consciousness. Strangers and vegetation symbolize the inner journey back to the origin—a home that is always waiting.”
This is all I can say at this moment, and I apologize if any of my words or expressions are imperfect.
Gracias por tomarse el tiempo de visitar mi página y ver mi trabajo. Nos vemos en mis próximos trabajos... 👽🖐🏻
