A Glimspe upon a Frozen World

Dawn crept over the landscape of tattered black towers, rays of light touching, but not draining the ebony from the burnt alabaster. The Mist ran, drawing up like a spider's cobweb, as each warm ray rain its fingers along a new corner, a hidden crevice. . .

She stood, her eyes still adjusting to the newborn light, her fingers tensed as she felt the spell she had held for hours now loosen and fall like threads. . . .

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FINISHED. I think. Hahaha. Been working on this piece forever inbetween school, commissions, music, etc. I actually started this piece a few months after "Dont Vient Memoire" That's how old this is. It's gone through three draft phases and several billion cg phases. Now it's done. Now I can work on that kimono piece. Hahaha.