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

A sorcerer who feeds on the souls of insects in dark caves is slowly becoming no different from the insects he consumes.

You're surrounded by lots of nice and friendly people, but a voice inside tells you something is wrong, and there's a cat.

Joltober Day 30 - #Witch

The living dead, wandering in moss-covered caves, are slowly beginning to merge with the surrounding plant life.

Happy #WIPWednesday! Are you working on a game? Making some art? Practicing a song? Something else? Tell us in the comments!

an elite sorcerer whose body is entirely covered in gold and red fabrics

A small group of friends is flying in the sky.

this one is dedicated to my haters

: Aseprite

: Zughy 32

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