#starry-night

Sanober Khan

"Starry Sky" by Saloni Singh on INPRNT

A white cup of latte art inspired by Van Gogh's Starry Night, placed on an open book on a wooden desk with a spring aesthetic.

So freaking cool.

Dylas was frustrated, he was stomping around the streets of Selphia. Everywhere he'd go for the past two days each passerby would say: "There's a festival coming!" or things like "Who are you going with?"  It irritated him, he even snapped at poor Margaret for asking if he was going with anyone special--and even joked about his rival, Doug. He felt guilty yelling at her, and Porcoline scolded him about it-- it's just being with people isn't his kind of thing, yeah? And today was the day, he passed by Vishnal  that butler-in-training smiled saying "There's a festival today!" He really wanted punch his face. Well no shit, sherlock--it wasn't as if everyone in this town was counting it down for him. He really shouldn't been in an foul mood, but he could not help it. These people were driving him crazy, and he just wanted to be alone. The sun was setting after he did his roundabouts for the day, he even taken his frustration out on fighting some Goblins. ( Forte would not appreciate the citizens of Selphia doing that-but Dylas was capable enough to hold out on his own.) Dylas just wanted the night to be over with, he couldn't stay around in the restaurant--much less anywhere in town, so he went to a nearby pond and just laid in the grass. He even bought his fishing gear, but surprisingly he did not felt like fishing tonight. Dylas gazed at the stars, waiting for each one to pop out, one by one. He'd be lying to himself if he did not admit it looked nice, but when did he even care about being alone?

wow thank you <33