
“What is it like?” The little gargoyle asked, a wistful tone in a voice that was like the soft patter of rain against the churches aged roof. “ The day from where you come”.
The bird said nothing for the longest time, and then she sang, and the gargoyle heard the voice of day.
The bird said nothing for the longest time, and then she sang, and the gargoyle heard the voice of day.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 900 x 620px
File Size 381.4 kB
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