The dying breath of the fifth-third generation chills the roots, yet a seed waits in the ash. Only hands that feed the withering stalk may witness the bloom rise from the dark. Go now to the brink and breathe life into the silence. negentin.com
Playing with tendrils and particles in today's #inkyDays drawing. Here's an in-progress shot.
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