The creator waves a magical wand to birth imagination from the stars and the sensation of all that is melts from their mind. Only to realize they're confined by realms they can not touch, nor never find. Losing grasp on reality is the only way to survive. ____ "Inside this lonely vision, A spirit's prison, A golden cage, Four walls."
LAST SOLD0.5 ETH
CREATORthecomposer.eth
OWNED BY0xb61...a193
Bought by rwx.eth
last year0.5 ETH
AuctionCreated on sealed by thecomposer.eth
last year0.5 ETH
CancelListing on manifold by thecomposer.eth
last year
CreateListingTokenDetails on manifold by thecomposer.eth
last year
CreateListing on manifold by thecomposer.eth
last year0.5 ETH
Minted by thecomposer.eth
last year