
The real treasure doesn't shine — it grows in someone's caring fins. When everything collapses, one thing remains: the one who will come, even in the silence of the depths, with the sprout of life in the palms of his hands.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1567 x 2351px
File Size 2.36 MB
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