That iPhone camera is surprisingly good. :D
This photo was taken through a lightly tinted window pane, btw.
That iPhone camera is surprisingly good. :D
This photo was taken through a lightly tinted window pane, btw.
I know that my brain needs certain things to function right and still tend to forget to them. Or I ignore then. Or (internally) whine about them.
One day I will remember. Without having to prompt myself.
One day we’re going to have world peace.
Bonus thing: That teeth guard I got? It rocks. Bestes thing ever. My jaws don’t hurt in the morning anymore!
Unlike Dela, Abanest actually managed to snag a PROPER sized horse to exchange for her Deathcharger.
I love travelling, mostly for the time you’re neither here nor there, when you’ve left but not yet arrived. Sitting here on the train, watching the schemes of the world rushing past, seeing the lights of towns resting far away, feeling the promise of my destination.
I love coming home.
I guess that’s why Traces of Chaos at its heart is a story about coming home – the why and the how and about what happens when the simple act of going home becomes such a neigh impossible task.
I do pity Siendes somewhat – she never had much of a home in her life. Neither her career nor her personality ever lend themselves to the kind of lowkey sentimentality that’s necessary for having a home instead just a place to sleep. But despite this Siendes did manage to build herself a home once, before her choice of occupation got her abducted for twelve long years.
Now Siendes is on her way home, too. But unlike me, who has a pretty good chance to just step of the train in an hour or two in order to be home, poor Des cannot know if she will ever arrive or if she will die somewhere in the Niemandsland. Not even I know if she’ll reach her destination before her final hour and well – I’m writing the damn thing.
And while I love the inbetween of the train-rides, I really doubt I’d enjoy that kind of travel with all its uncertainities.
Imaginary Skies is my personal blog in which I ramble about everything that catches my fancy. This usually includes art, writing, webcomics, World of Warcraft and lately even political matters.
Still, this blog has no set theme beyound “caught my interest”, so please do be prepared to be blindsided by a oddball topic once in a while. My interests are plenty and sometimes a bit strange.
I'm a German artist in my early thirties, who spends way too much time infront of a computer screen. An affinity for digital art, a dayjob as software developer and WoW will do that to you. Still, even I get to see the daystar sometimes. It’s incredibly bright and in dire need of a dimmer.
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