The lantern’s glow is barely reaching me, but its light presses against the silence so thick I can feel it crawling into my ears, smothering every breath and every heartbeat. As the hooded figure turns, I realize the lantern isn’t casting light—it’s swallowing sound, and it’s hungry.
Moving out of ones comfort zone is the only way to improve. Way to go.
Agreed! Most not something I’ve done with my art before.