The following is part of a draft of a story I have been working on:
I followed Gilda and her assisatant throught this nightmare of rocky passages.The nooks and crannies were often dark and cold, which made the lit ones all the more shocking. She told me to ignore the inhabitants as they had little interest in me….but still, their eyes hugrily followed me.
On one outcrop,higher than the rest, knealt a girl. A soft musical sobbing came from her. I was filled with despair listeing to it, but my companions only smiled and said “Good, she is singing for you”
“Who is?” I quietly asked.
“Why, the nightingale….”
Not sure how exactly this will fit into the story but it captures the mood I was after. Again playing around with textures and lighting, trying to push both myself and Daz studio…getting tired of plastic looking renders!!