|I love the lighting for this, but mostly the memories.|
FFM-23, LifeIt was raining. Why, then, did the fire burn so brightly, casting its radiant glow over the three, the woman, her raven locks burnt black as smoke, the man, his eyes burning with the embers of life, and the thing, it's nigh shapeless form cold, but intelligent. The three were the only ones left, you see. Their powers were drained, their knowledge and memory all that remained of the world that had come before.FFM-23, Life by WrenoftheCookes
The world, that still had had life.
But they had hope, well, the man did. The woman had fear, and the thing had only the truth of what was to come, and could not speak of it.
But they toiled, relentlessly building the fire, their backs roiling with sweat, peeling with burns, as they searched far for fuel, labored endlessly, to create the star.
The star would bring back heat, and the witches could rest. It would bring light, so they might wake, and see what remained of their world. They would recover, and could then work more, bring back plants. They would create animals, and watch
I am a teen. You can probably tell from the picture. Which, by the way, is as it is because I suck at taking photos of my face.|
Lets hope I get better.
Anyway, I'm a fairly chatty person, I have an odd mentality that I suppose is what we call 'gender-fluid'. I mean, I feel almost like I fit better as being male, but then I'm also definitely a girl. So, whatevs.
Anyway, I live in the city, though I frequent a friend's farm. I really want to further my education ofmore physical arts such as dancing, music, and acting, but I'/m kind of in a slump as far as that goes, formally anyway. Lord knows I can do it on my own, whether I do it well or not...well....
But I love to talk, so if you have a question, or anything, I will be exTREMELY pleased to hear from ya!