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You are uncertain for how long you have wandered in the woods. There was an accident with your car, and it fell off the road. There was a short tumble down a slight mountainside, but you managed to crawl out of the wreckage. You tried to navigate your way through the dense woodland, but somehow you lost sight of the road. Hunger scratches at your belly with slender fingers, and thirst is making cold knives at your throat. Evening had turned to night, And night had finally turned into a cold, stinging morning. You are certain you heard wolves howl at one point.
Then, you find a clearing-, and a solitary figure is spotted. An aged dragon, sitting on the dew-ladened grass without a care in the world. A wine gourd at his side, and an elongated pipe in his hand. The creature is puffing it slowly, the smoke streaming lazily out of his mouth as he exhales.
"You are a stranger." The creature says, and you fail to notice that the soft smoke is gently crawling into the surroundings, becoming a soft layer of mist that hugs the warm earth beneath your feet, gently brushing against your leg.
"Are you lost?" he asks again, and his eyes seem to follow you, even if his head has not moved. You nod, and try to rasp out a response, but it ends in a cough. The creature lifts an arm, the gourd held from a red length of rope. "Come, sit down... Have a drink. " There is a gentleness to the voice, and you feel compelled to listen.
You don't think about how the light plays around this creature's scales. How the shimmering robes around the creature's body seems to be as thin as a morning's breath. You don't think about how particles of the creature seems to be dissolving into the morning air, but you feel a sense of unease. You know that you will be happy, if you sit down. There is a warmth emanating from the creature before you. But another sense lingers at the back of your head. An ancient instinct, from olden times. You can't stop. Not now.
You decline, shaking your head. As much as you want, you know you cannot stop. You need to get back. You need to get back home. Your decision makes the creature smile. It is a mournful, forlorn smile, but you can feel that the creature is thankful, even so.
"No?" he asks, a hopeful note contained within his response. His eyes leaves you, and you see them trail off to the distance. He gestures his face to the side, and you spot a pathway where he is currently looking. A gentle breeze sweeps across your hair, and you feel yourself drawn as the zephyr guides you to the end of the clearing. Filling your legs with a renewed strength, and your chest with a comforting warmth.
"It's not far." you hear the creature's words, no more than a whisper on the wind.
"You'll make it, you'll see."
A most amazing piece by Phong Nguyen
Go Check out his stuff immediately at artbyphongnguyen.art
Then, you find a clearing-, and a solitary figure is spotted. An aged dragon, sitting on the dew-ladened grass without a care in the world. A wine gourd at his side, and an elongated pipe in his hand. The creature is puffing it slowly, the smoke streaming lazily out of his mouth as he exhales.
"You are a stranger." The creature says, and you fail to notice that the soft smoke is gently crawling into the surroundings, becoming a soft layer of mist that hugs the warm earth beneath your feet, gently brushing against your leg.
"Are you lost?" he asks again, and his eyes seem to follow you, even if his head has not moved. You nod, and try to rasp out a response, but it ends in a cough. The creature lifts an arm, the gourd held from a red length of rope. "Come, sit down... Have a drink. " There is a gentleness to the voice, and you feel compelled to listen.
You don't think about how the light plays around this creature's scales. How the shimmering robes around the creature's body seems to be as thin as a morning's breath. You don't think about how particles of the creature seems to be dissolving into the morning air, but you feel a sense of unease. You know that you will be happy, if you sit down. There is a warmth emanating from the creature before you. But another sense lingers at the back of your head. An ancient instinct, from olden times. You can't stop. Not now.
You decline, shaking your head. As much as you want, you know you cannot stop. You need to get back. You need to get back home. Your decision makes the creature smile. It is a mournful, forlorn smile, but you can feel that the creature is thankful, even so.
"No?" he asks, a hopeful note contained within his response. His eyes leaves you, and you see them trail off to the distance. He gestures his face to the side, and you spot a pathway where he is currently looking. A gentle breeze sweeps across your hair, and you feel yourself drawn as the zephyr guides you to the end of the clearing. Filling your legs with a renewed strength, and your chest with a comforting warmth.
"It's not far." you hear the creature's words, no more than a whisper on the wind.
"You'll make it, you'll see."
A most amazing piece by Phong Nguyen
Go Check out his stuff immediately at artbyphongnguyen.art
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Eastern Dragon
Size 3248 x 1885px
File Size 7.71 MB
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