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Just sent 2M tokens to each Hypersub subscriber Symbolic Villages : VILANEM $vilanem Symbolic Villages is a dreamlike and introspective universe where each character and detail tells a quiet story. This collection explores identity in a deeper, more personal way, inviting viewers to look closely and connect emotionally. It’s not just about what you see, but what you feel , a silent echo, a reflection of self
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@cav4lier @asha @ryanhube.eth @jesse.base.eth @bigdegenenergy.eth @arol @tatiansa.eth @arjantupan @naaate @yth The aim is to immerse yourself in each artwork. Here are some details about the characters in this narrative Vilanem 1. The Naked Swimmer He left his swimsuit on the shore. It’s discreet, almost as if forgotten, but for us, it means everything. He is naked, and he swims inward. He is not fleeing. Perhaps he does it to become skin again, body, breath. It’s a shedding. He might come back to retrieve his swimsuit. āø» 2. The Runner with the Sphere He runs. He doesn’t walk. His movement is quick, determined, almost joyful, like a child’s game or an emergency. In one hand, a sphere. It’s not a weapon. It’s not a toy. Maybe it’s a message. Or a heavy memory he can’t set down. He’s the only one running. The others are still, leaning, suspended. He seems to be heading toward something he will never reveal. āø» 3. The Floater He plays dead. But he floats. He lets himself drift on his back, open to the water, the silence, the sky. We don’t know if he’s playing, or if he’s given up the gesture. He, too, holds a sphere, tethered to him by a thread. A heart? A thought? A closed eye? This thread, we don’t know if it’s what keeps him alive, or the last thing he’s willing to carry with him. āø» 4. The Standing One and the One Who Watches He stands, always. Upright. Still. As if bearing a weight. And she, she is seated. But she’s not looking at him. She’s looking at you. She draws you in. Maybe even judges you. There’s a question in her eyes that we’ve all tried to avoid. Maybe she’s been waiting for you. Maybe she sees you more clearly than you see her. āø» 5. The One Who Hides, and the One Who Speaks One of them sits between two jar-shaped dwellings, hiding, head down, sphere in hand. It’s not an offering. Perhaps it’s a weapon, a shield. She wants to disappear, but still clings to that luminous thread, a remnant of hope, perhaps. The other, inside her open jar, speaks to you. Her posture seems to say: ā€œSee? I’m still here.ā€ Or maybe: ā€œYou’re afraid to come out too, aren’t you?ā€ āø» 6. The Mother and Her Two Children Three bodies inside the jar. A mother, two children. She is not asleep. She watches. She holds the space, absorbs the gaze. She knows the others won’t come to help. She seeks neither rescue nor praise. She does what mothers do: She makes protection invisible. āø» 7. The Woman Who Washes She is bent over. But it’s not pain, it’s intimacy. She washes her hair in the water. Slowly. As if each gesture holds a memory. Everything about her is feminine : the curve, the slowness, the care. She doesn’t look at you. She is in her body, not to please, but to find herself again. She might be the only one here who isn’t running from anything
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