Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Tag: WPC
A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos
A little dark, but not without wonder.. add on some sussuration. When the hoodoos ululate, I cannot hear cacophony in cachhination. As for the faeries… they left. In my castle, there are lucents taken from all else, so it shines after the grey. These fragile things, took eons to…
