Seraphina
The autumn forest rustled with every step as Seraphina ventured deeper into the maze of gold and russet trees.
There at the bend, stood a figure in the shadow- A wanderer draped in a cloak the color of storm clouds. His eyes, dark and sharp like the glint of obsidian, met hers with an unreadable expression.
"You walk far from the unusual paths," the wanderer said. "What is it you seek?"
Seraphina paused, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her dagger. "Perhaps the same as you," she replied, a hint of challenge in her tone. "Or perhaps just answers to questions I have yet to ask."
The wanderer's lips curved into a faint smile. "Then perhaps we shall walk together a while. These woods have a way of leading seekers to the unexpected."
With a nod, Seraphina fell in step beside him, wondering if the mystery ahead was fate- or a mere twist in the road.
The autumn forest rustled with every step as Seraphina ventured deeper into the maze of gold and russet trees.
There at the bend, stood a figure in the shadow- A wanderer draped in a cloak the color of storm clouds. His eyes, dark and sharp like the glint of obsidian, met hers with an unreadable expression.
"You walk far from the unusual paths," the wanderer said. "What is it you seek?"
Seraphina paused, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her dagger. "Perhaps the same as you," she replied, a hint of challenge in her tone. "Or perhaps just answers to questions I have yet to ask."
The wanderer's lips curved into a faint smile. "Then perhaps we shall walk together a while. These woods have a way of leading seekers to the unexpected."
With a nod, Seraphina fell in step beside him, wondering if the mystery ahead was fate- or a mere twist in the road.
The autumn forest rustled with every step as Seraphina ventured deeper into the maze of gold and russet trees.
There at the bend, stood a figure in the shadow- A wanderer draped in a cloak the color of storm clouds. His eyes, dark and sharp like the glint of obsidian, met hers with an unreadable expression.
"You walk far from the unusual paths," the wanderer said. "What is it you seek?"
Seraphina paused, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her dagger. "Perhaps the same as you," she replied, a hint of challenge in her tone. "Or perhaps just answers to questions I have yet to ask."
The wanderer's lips curved into a faint smile. "Then perhaps we shall walk together a while. These woods have a way of leading seekers to the unexpected."
With a nod, Seraphina fell in step beside him, wondering if the mystery ahead was fate- or a mere twist in the road.
30” x 24”
Oil On Canvas
Artist: The Immortal