little shadow in the corner of my mind // muse

the artist rose for the day, wiping their heavy eyes and setting their intentions for the day's creations. today was the first day they had risen since the dawn of man when they had painted the crosses so beautifully to point humanity toward the angels. but today was not a day of peace, but of judgment. /// the artist set out to a nearby field, with their brush and palette at the ready. they felt pulled there by an ancient force, something they had not been in contact with since their inception. and there, resting, was raphael, their creator. the artist had not seen raphael's form before and was dazzled by their beauty. the black of their body shined like brilliant opal, and a million eye...View all