I am.. Hong Lu.. The very nursefather of the ring.. With my apprentice.. Faust! She is.. A wonderful apprentice, but lacks.. Friends
-In the small hours of the night, and the subsequent hours in anticipation of dawn's incipience... the incessant whispers of inspiration find me like divine revelation. For us artists, that is the proverbial "golden hour." -The aorta pulses like the rivers that flow in the City's elsewheres, while the capillaries' stems and extremities spread like a sheet of star-studded firmament. Oh... How fascinating, that such macroscopic gaze can be drawn from such minusculus! -Yet, once the enchanted hours pass... I am confronted by the realization that my creation is middling at best. -Ah.. I got too carried.. Though, what do you see... in this piece? I am curious to hear your impressions.
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Asks: #A Maestro's Critique Roleplay: #Transcend the Corpus IC. Posts: #Magnum Opus: Tibia









