“He felt that the darkness itself was alive and hated him, and it never changed, never slept, never spoke. All it had to do was to wait for him to go mad, to break down, to give up and surrender. Then he would have lost and the implacable darkness would have won. ”
a tiny tiny sketch for warmup. watership down is my childhood.
a tiny tiny sketch for warmup. watership down is my childhood.
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