Nelicquele by enayla
_______The forest had tones of amber and moss, and the shadows were a dusky, whispery purple much like the colour of her eyes.Where the depth of those shadows dropped away into blackness, she could see it. It. The looming darkness of the abyss. A darkness that opened up and threatened to swallow her, at times - a darkness that would slither close to her feet and plant little kisses against the hem of her dress.A feeling she had grown accustomed to - living there, on the brink of falling into the endless dark. It was a feeling she had grown to love.
_______Picture very much inspired by quite a few of the old masters. I don't know why and how, but that was what I was thinking of when I worked on the image.