they call it Blackwater Keep.
no one remembers who built it, or why they chose that particular cliff — the one
the sea seems to hate most. the waves have been trying to pull it down for centuries.
the castle doesn't care. it just stands there, torches lit, bridge intact, daring the
storm to do its worst.
there's something about dark castles on dark nights that just — works.
commissions are open if you have a place, a world, a feeling you want illustrated.
send me a message. let's make something worth looking at. 🏰












