ink and pencil on watercolor paper

never has he been there but he remembered it well.
the cool damp air wafted from the void to his cheeks.
aromas of stale decay and rusted steel permeated the breeze.
he took a lung full of familiar air and bravely stepped in… his life would never be the same.


bird, cave, ink drawing, ink, watercolor, dream, surreal, seahorse, clock, time


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