"Sleepy heads in feathered beds,
Disconnected from reality,
The wheels of time and fate keep spinning,
In an endlessly branching galactic tree.
Never out of mind, always out of sight.
Who knows what lands you'll be exploring,
As the world winds down to its last light~"

Welcome to my black wolf, who greets you with song as the night winds down. While I'm really most keen on introducing him with another piece that's not ready just quite yet, I feel it's best to start uploading some of the work I've commissioned the past few months as I've found myself really dragging my feet here. My black wolf is unnamed as it feels wrong to give him a name, not because he doesn't deserve it but because of his meaning to me. One doesn't name their shadow after all, it's simply a part of them. That being said it will be difficult and a bit weird to refer to him as such, so I imagine he'll also be "Fell" for the purposes of talking about him.

Anyhoo! Thanks to for this atmospheric piece, it was a delight to see come to life. More to come very soon.