A small group of friends is flying in the sky.

The candle wizard summons the little candles to battle.

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

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!

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

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

this one is dedicated to my haters

: Aseprite

: Zughy 32

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