no body

have a good day

It felt like more than the game was looking back. The hounds abruptly stopped short and fell silent. The trees themselves felt like they were gazing back into his very soul.

This was no longer the welcoming woods, but the entrance to something unnamed. They had traversed too far and the warning from the old traveler woman rang through his head like a lost memory found, “The line of birch is the gate ye cannot pass. For only death lies beyond the fae’s territory.”

A struggle for accuracy.

an oceanside sunset, viewed from a cliffside
"bask - revel in and make the most of"

Nostalgia of jesters and clowns. Through an accidental doodle oops turned into a drawing.

i want to um ummmm um umummumumumummmm uh well uh umm i drew this wuith a mouse

Trying out different programs. This one behaved very differently than I thought it would.

Somehow he should have known the candles weren’t for his birthday.

black hair lady