WatchersThe sun sets low in the sky behind me, adding a soft but cutting edge to the clouds, and suffusing the scene with a tinge of blood. Gently the wind sighs, ruffling my hair and making the field of corn I stand in ripple, as though an army of ghostly feet pass through it. No birds sing, no animals walk the ground, not even a cricket's chirp touches the summer air. The field slopes over the hilltop evenly, though rising in the central point into an impressive barrow, topped by a strange tower.Four tall arches of wood stand corner to corner, a single vertical beam at each one and the tops of the arches supporting a roof, from my viewpoint invis
lol bet i sound REALLY mature next to 'yes the swirls are graceful arent they?' pfffffft
How'd u do that?!!
it has a 'frans' tutorial' bit, is it fran fran?