Beckoning Storm

Thesunseeker

Silver slivers of moonlight illuminate her pale skin through the rain spattered window.

A storm brews outside with loud clashes and crackles billowing from the heavens.

"Follow me", the storm calls to her soul. Her mind followed, but her soul stayed.

  • Author: Thesunseeker (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2019 14:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • elphaba993

    This is amazing. I really love the image you created



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