Someday, I'll have an hour or more to go outside and watch the night sky, or sleep early.
Her giggles and her scent are still in his memories, but is he the only one who can't forget?
The coastline was once covered by mangrove trees and nipa palms along the brackish rivers.
He could hear the laughter they made and the waves of that place and that night where he didn't belong.
This series is dedicated to paintings I made and will paint in the future that fits the idea of fantasy.