Astronaught! 🪐💫

getting used to my new tablet (YAY!)

My dearest Myra, 

It has been far too long since we last spoke, but I have found myself in possession of what I believe to be the most fascinating of building: An old waterfront music house. Whilst the building itself may be of no interest to you, the stories around it are firmly within your area of fascination. And so, I write to you now, after all these years, that we may explore these halls and reminisce on our shared history, if only in spirit. Pay no mind to my rambling, I shall enter the building now. 

Ah, Myra, did you hear that? The way the door squeaked upon opening?  Doesn’t that remind you of those stage plays you used to love when we were young, you would to drag me to those so often that the performers knew even myself by name. We would always take the same two seats. You’d be one the one with the darker stained wood and I’d be to your right where the seat would whine if you lent to hard against the arm rest.  

The entrance to this place is rather dull I must admit. A booth sits in the far corner, just atop the stairs, and a tattered red rug lies discarded and moth bitten on the floor. Beyond that It seems this place has been cleared of anything of value, there is even damage to the walls where sconces have been torn down. Though this does make me wonder why such a fine rug would be left to ruin. One of the keys I was given was said to be for a storage room on the first floor, I shall head there next. 

Your old friend, Rosalie.

I know I’ll wither so peel away the bark Because nothing grows when it is dark In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear I see it all so clear

Fancy Nanosounds!

I have a million and one things going at the moment, so I am more than ecstatic to get this finished. Haven’t painted any backgrounds for a while, so this was really fun!