Gong
A recursive labyrinth swallows its core/ And grows tendrils further/ The circus is coming to town/ A friendly claw invites you into the tent
Gooooong

A pleasure to meet you around these parts, I am

Balthazar Iskra

or

"Tzar"

to save up on syllables.

I draw sometimes, I go hard at karaoke (and drinking), and for these hobbies I enjoy trying different styles, always looking to improve.
An avid enjoyer of arcane visuals, biblical references for no purpose, and cryptic meaningless messages.

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For a ‘sona I got Tzar , who is me (but also of whom I talk in the third person? Heh.)
A slim, fair, 1.70m tall, slithery, Old-as-age dragon; hence, you’ll see him wearing attires of different time periods (or no clothes at all…) with accompanying stories to tell.
He's a mere visitor of any land and a sad clown, a yes-man with little to prove and much to see.

(curtains have yet to reveal more characters)

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I may draw requests, should our interests align; and I’m open to discuss a commission
Anyway: my inbox is always available~

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No other news from the frontline. Salue!!

GONG
A dozen robed monks/ spinning in place/ with their arms held above their head’s pate/posing their fingers in a lotus held high/
GONG...