{"name":"Chemical Baptism One: Cult of Pebbles","created_by":"Summer Wagner","description":"We are the pebbles this church is built from, ground into dust, bonded by blood and baptism. And when all our belief blends together, and we play in a mirage of truth, we make impossible things, both horrific and miraculous, real. \n\nA body of people gather in a gravel lot. Its blue hour, and the abandoned oil refinery in the background just barely shows through the engulfing overgrowth. The lot forms a sort of stage, the oil refinery mimics a cathedral and the people in frame perform a baptism. The woman being baptized hovers over the gravel peacefully holding a cross at her chest, as the glowing liquid pours from a bottle held by her sister. Witnesses record the scene or are distracted on their phones. An older man sitting a distance away peers onto the scene while lighting a cigarette. \n\nCalifornia, 2023","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Summer Wagner"}],"image_details":{"bytes":46078967,"format":"JPEG","sha256":"a561a86b59c32479814a261c2bc3849ffe2cae3b199aaaea73e74c0dfc2691b3","width":9139,"height":6093},"image":"https://arweave.net/auwe0fBXOdMwTEugR7GVmP9jmacdZQSVrWDJBLyYAt4","image_url":"https://arweave.net/auwe0fBXOdMwTEugR7GVmP9jmacdZQSVrWDJBLyYAt4"}