Oh! A visitor! Don’t be shy, step into my humble abode.
Once I was but a foolish fish, until the Lord, in jest, granted me legs, and thereby condemned me to wander the digital realm in search of inspiration. In my fumbling attempts to make sense of this peculiar life with legs, I somehow became a lonely and melancholy monk. And the Lord, taking pity upon His own creation, bestowed upon me the gifts of drawing and the telling of tales, that I might preserve the wonders I had found upon my wandering.
Herein are kept the pages I have illuminated and the tales I have set down.
AO3 Scriptorium — … can be heard muttering under his breath while searching the robe for the key















