At heart, I am a nature loving, historically enthusiastic, artist and writer.
Faint rays of sunlight pierced the mist-shrouded dawn, illuminating the faded mountain fortress. The light meandered through the high, open-air windows of the ancient stone bedchamber dancing across the closed eyelids of the satyr, bidding him to wake and greet the new day.
By A.Moriah5 years ago in Futurism
