I Wasn't Able To Finish The Thing I Was Writing Like I Was Hoping To (damn It Growing Much Larger And

I wasn't able to finish the thing I was writing like I was hoping to (damn it growing much larger and longer than I intended it to be) but here's a smol snippet from it before I go to bed:

“He is brought out of his thoughts when the man begins to sing, soil and snow still on his hands. His voice is soft yet strong, resonating in cold crisp air as if he sings to the mountains themselves and the mountains sing back, soft-packed earth and sunlit snow and naked branches. As if there's a thousand singers, thousand and one, overlapping and saturating the air like ocean waves, but there is only one singer and none other.”

Lene (OC) by morry@MorryEvans

My dream bath. My dog’s nightmare.

Arsan and Estelle thinking of each other.

I made golden sky and dessert for Estelle and snow mountains and clear sky for Arslan.

It’s been unusually cold in my part of California. Feels like autumn, makes me want to draw cozy things~ Part of my tiny house series You can get HD files, process videos, and even PSD files of my new paintings on Patreon.com/yuumei