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“The world has gone rigid and grey as the day flickers. Tension chills the air and nips at you like needles, the cold lancing deep in your skin. The Autumn Lord is in a mood, and you dare not ask why. For they are a raging storm held back by a small current of grace.”
The Forest Lord is kind and considerate, but their hospitality is not bottomless. Death and decay lurks beneath sun dappled groves. Their wrath unrelenting, their cruelty antediluvian. Woe to those who draw the forest's ire.
By lan1e_bug on Instagram.
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The scent of freshly baked bread draws you inside where a burly polar bear greets you with a smile as cozy as his ovens.
Art by @HeyFizzyJay, a birthday commission of one of my sonas gifted to me by @signatelli. Thank you for this!
A burst of sapphire among the tender spring green, the fleeting bluebells leave a lasting impression in the sun dappled grove.
This stunning piece is by @mlyeko. Thank you! Words fail to express how much in love I am with what she did here. Please have a look at her other works!