ashen locust
It’s the title of my 1 to 14 story pictures, about a beautiful dancer as she dances in the warm, glowing lights, in her silky, flowy dress, while the Emperor watches in silence, never looking away. As he remains distant, his eyes never leave her, as she tries not to directly meet his gaze, wishing for the night to never end. As the night flows, she slowly follows his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of those warm eyes until they finally meet and the night finally meets its end. The story tells a tale of an tragic unfortunate love that ends the moment their eyes meet. (can only post 10 will post the remaining after)
rustic dune
alpine finch
