The castle is beginning to crumble, and a new king is rising; you know this is the final battle.

The bigger my toothy grin is The smaller my troubles grow

The candle wizard summons the little candles to battle.

Joltober Day 30 - #Witch

strange bright things coming from the top of the cold land

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a giant creature roaming in the darkness of the forest

someone waiting for the whisper of the wind in a cold and dark land

this one is dedicated to my haters

: Aseprite

: Zughy 32

As a person loses their self-awareness, their self-image begins to deteriorate.