A year and a half has passed since the departure of the stoic, quiet artist. Through trials of sword, blood, fire, and crippling darkness has our heartbroken painter sloughed through, with coughs and silent sobs. Almost seized completely by her inner turmoil, the artist finally grasped a sunlit path that led to a rocky wall, and once she reached the top, she went online to Deviantart.
She takes great pleasure in seeing your stories and art, cut from the cloth of divine inspiration, once again.
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