Feb 9, 2025
We exorcize the demons of the things we used to know The gnashing of the teeth become the remnants of our homes We think we're moving on from materials we long To forget we ever sold our souls to own There's a chilling absolution that we're given at our birth A powerful delusion and a plague upon the earth But nothing scares me more than the stranger at my door Who I fail to give shelter, time, and worth
-The Stranger at My Door, Brandi Carlile
I decided to try to mess around with a color palette today. I have mixed feelings on the results.
Characters: Whistlethroat | Silentwing
