Darkness never comes to Black Lands. The sun is either up above, or down below.
She lost count of the days she’d been going through the highland.
Beyond the Wash. Beyond the Burial Grounds.
She moored not far from the remnants of a Giant Spirit and decided to pay it a visit.
She sat where a piercing turquoise eye once was.
For a brief moment she felt like the creature recognised her.
It was her blood. The Spirit knew this blood from before.
Her mother had sat here just as she did now.
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Hand drawn digital artwork.
The colours and textures were derived from processed paper ephemera.
Original size: 6969×6969 px, jpeg.
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