Tennara

Collage 2020-2025. From the very first art for Witcher ask to the very last.

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Resurrection | White Rat

"It is not my fault"

"The wind shook the centuries-old trees, filling the garden with knocking and creaking. Their huge crowns hid two figures from the last rays of the setting sun. The viscous air still did not want to enter her lungs. Is the terrible heat from the heavenly body, which heated nature to red, to blame for this, or perhaps it is the fault of the passionate excitement that then appears on the perfect skin of the elf woman? Either way, things are getting harder... “Toruviel, my love,” how harsh his voice sounds now, “look at me.” The remnants of the warm light are gone; their place was taken by velvet darkness. There was darkness in Siegfried's eyes too. – Don’t think about what awaits us next. This night we belong only to each other. The young man, like a statue in these gardens, tenderly embraced his beloved, merging with her in a kiss. And the crickets chirped."