Half_elven & Kraska
Half_elven Half_elven
Kraska Kraska
Kraska Kraska
Ever notice how the color of a sunrise can feel like a living poem, and you could paint it while writing a tale about a wandering elf?
Half_elven Half_elven
Yes, I feel the sunrise breathing its own quiet poem, and painting it in words feels like a gentle spell cast on the horizon. The wandering elf just slides into that glow, listening to the day’s first breath.