All have lost their way. All are balancing on the rim. Were you all clueless to know that dragons couldn't swim?
As the level falls back and releases its wrath the tree top cries out it's been torn in half.
The watchman caries the tree to its mound; its roots re-grow into the ground.
The dragon was lost, soulessly shifted.
It drowned in the flood, lifeless it drifted.
The watchman returns to spend his days at the floodgate above the garden maze
"Floodgate," written and performed by Corporeal: [link]
I know what you're thinking. HOW MANY FREAKIN' TIMES CAN A GAL DRAW THE SAME SCENARIO BEFORE SOMEONE KILLS HER FOR SPAMMING
ALSO I should point out that the crane's 'follow me' message is from the fic 'What Dreams May Come' : [link]
. THE IDEA IS ALL HERS <3
Had a lot of fun playing around with colors and different grunge brushes and stuff. Didn't pay attention to detail, which is really good 'cause lately I've been like GRADHGJAVK FLAWS KILL THE FLAWS AVJKFAHGL. And it's messing me up so this was like therapy or something.
Dead of Night (c) Demyrie
HiNaBN (c) Tessa Stone