book

burgnor

me rn fr

buny

giants walk along the tree line

pretty sky last week

An endless abyss, the silence of dozens, lacking activity as the world washes by like a tidal wave. Many get dragged away in the tide and some remain as those left gather and amass into a new community, building up and waiting for the next wave to be pulled away again and again...

The heartless winter, slowly consuming the green which used to span the length of continents. An unforgiving weather with little care for whom face the frost as it looms over them, taunting them in their last moments of warmth.

bau bau

In the darkest of hours, silent eyes pierce the veil as one lies in rest. Always watching the sleeper as they blissfully meander about in their unconsciousness. An overlooked act yet one they dedicate themselves to as they stand guard against the horrors of the night.

Von