Sketch #1

@dintamm_ursa

She didn't know what she was doing; what she was following, and why. But she knew that she had to do it.

The street was completely dark and the silence was opressive.

Her steps ecoed through the night, crashing the silence.

She stopped.

The was a giant old tree in front of her.

It's shadows involved her.

She felt home, she finally found her home. It was time to go.

She took a knife from her jeans and cut her hand.

Blood dropped in the floor, absorved by the roots of the tree.

She put her hand under the shadows and, like glass, she crashed.

The sun rised, and, as a mirror, the light spred. The souls of glass protect the tree while a young boy run over the glass.

At night, he would came back, and, with a knife in his pocket he would live.

Ursa