 pennydeath 2004-01-13 . chapter 1Image I'm getting is this ancient, injured thing sitting in a box turned on its side, facing the sea with the moon shining high above. Very desolate scene, all black and white and grey, and that poor little creature is just sitting there in its box with its knees against its chest and rocking back and forth, whispering mad things to itself and to the sea birds that keep coming and bothering it, and to the waves.
Wow. If you can inspire that much thought, and that much of a picture...you are truly, truly gifted. |