She stood there. She’d forgotten. She’d forgotten the way the trees sway, the way the air carries stories from far away. Steel streaks broke the foggy morning, splitting away in streams reminiscent of the broken trees above. Her hand went out to the branch: cold and forgotten. Broken concrete and overgrown weeds flooded the area before her. It took some imagination to restore it to its former glory of a church. Now, they were simply ruins in the center of a burned down forest, a ghost town of memories. She’d forgotten. A disease is sleeping inside her mind, a heart attack sleeping inside her chest.
She clutched the tree, dig
hey all. long time no see (at least, seeing me anyways...)
I want to get back into photomanipulation, however, I am not part of any horse rps etc anymore, which makes me super lazy and gives me no motivation. So, I'm offering to do one free manipulation for one of the first few people to send me a Note describing what they want. Maybe more. Idk. I'll start on Monday so get those messages in.
Thanks,
Sku