Those who do not wait (Patreon)

Good morning my dears! I hope you are doing well today! A nice fresh set of sketches today, some many words, and a digital work with some music! I believe all our bases are covered for something profound! :)

There is a static field whose shapes are sharp. Powerful, and irrational. Wandering feelings without apparent thought all poised as swords for any one thing that would enter the sanctity of a ruined domain. They have cut into this world for so long. Men and women who became words and meanings, things that cut away into the Earth they crept back into. Old fears let out from the caves as the groan of someone having a bad dream.

Their dust collected, they became monsters of ambition. In their ambition they became ruin. All they see now is war...

Inspired by Frums's " Undiscardable " which can be found here http://underveil.unisphere.tv/