The sun is setting on the year, marking the Winter Solstice. As everything moves toward darkness and cold, I find myself reflecting on the endless cycle of creation and destruction. Every time a new spark of thought or a new character is conceived in the infinite reaches of existence, I feel that new surge of power coursing through me. It’s... overwhelming, yet strangely familiar.
I was sketching some new concepts earlier when I felt that familiar presence behind me again.