Arthur

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Generally bad at social media. Occasional poster, long time lurker. Aspiring illustrator. Like my art and want to support me? Check out my ko-fi! https://ko-fi.com/bearfoster

A snippet of some writing, it reads: 'Almost all proper stories begin with a beginning. As this is the farthest thing from a proper story, we must instead begin with the end. The world had been plunged into an everlasting night. Countless stars bathed the inky sky, twisting and swirling about in the tracks of the twin moons as the celestial bodies frolicked in their newfound rotations. Strange flora and fauna had begun to crop across the land, seas and skies, reemerging from dusty elven tomes as heralds of the new age; each carrying their own particular shade of bioluminescence. Day by darkened day the resident wildlife, plants included as they should never not be counted as living things, began to discover glimmering features of their own. The wampus cat with glowing glowering eyes, the mighty oak with radiant root like veins, the bearded trout with freakish iridescent whiskers…And so on and so forth. The creatures born of more intense myth and magic had long gone to rest, the most tragic of all being a purple scaled babe whose slumber may very well outlast its parents lifetimes. I do not know what became of that poor child. Nor do I know if it’s first wobbling steps were towards loving flesh and blood that laughed and cried as babbles struggled to form words, or if they were towards lifelike paint and sleeping canvas hung in silent and solemn memoriam. While I deeply wish it to be the former, I have asked my dearest friend Sharon to attempt to rouse me regardless of the outcome.'
An illustration of a gecko climbing with a green hexagonal pattern
An illustration of a tiger stretching. Its claws are ripping up the background.