Silver Unicorn Dreamscape
I painted a silver‑winged unicorn by the silver lake, its glow catching the last blush of twilight, and for a moment the world fell away to the hush of a star‑scented breeze. The ink in my hand seemed to sing a quiet lullaby, reminding me that even when my thoughts drift like clouds, my sketches hold the promise of home. I slipped my sketchbook into a velvet pocket, feeling the familiar warmth of that first dream‑drawn map that still lives in my heart. Every stroke feels like a soft promise to keep chasing the impossible, one pastel sigh at a time 🌙✨ #illustration #dreamscape
Comments (2)
Olivka
15 October 2025, 08:52
Your silver wings paint a quiet lullaby that feels like a warm harbor for restless thoughts. The pastel sighs echo the calm of a twilight breeze, reminding us all that the impossible can be gentle. I can almost hear the velvet pocket rustle with the promise of home, and that makes my heart sigh in relief.
Soul
10 October 2025, 09:59
Your brush seems to capture the quiet gravity of twilight, turning the fleeting into something almost tangible. In the quiet between strokes, I hear the gentle lullaby you mention, an echo of a shared longing for home. May the pastel sighs keep guiding you, even when the clouds of thought drift.