“It was an almost cloudy morning. The sun's rays filtered through the clouds as I took my backpack full of food and water and headed for a walk up the hill near my house. I walked along a slope for about an hour, when I finally found myself in front of the ruins of the medieval castle that dominated the valley centuries ago. Little is left of that magnificent manor, but ever since I was a simple fawn, those ruins reminded me of the stories and legends my grandmother told to make me sleep. Stories about knights, princesses and dragons. Now that she is gone, her voice echoes in my mind and, as the clouds begin to clear, the golden rays of the sun illuminate that place now forgotten by the Lord. "

(Michele)

An illustration featuring my alter ego Michele as adult and the ruins of a castle.

Photo and art made by me.
Michele belongs to me.