Where the spirit birds fly

Like a flurry of snow kicked up by a strong winter wind, the great spirit birds took wing, from the ancient tree of pure souls, the tree guardian looked, longing for the freedom he saw. The sparks of life, pinpricks of gold in the midnight sky of the spirit lands offered so much more, but the duty of the guardian held fast, freedom whole worlds away. My first drawing as a Reg, yay!

Collaborators

• Olivitree  (190230 strokes)