10/02/2026
Something more mystical. Whilst creating this picture, the beginning of a story kept going through my mind, so I thought, okay, I'll add it to the picture and see if you like it, too.
Quelque chose de plus mystique cette fois-ci. Pendant que je créais cette image, le début d'une histoire me tournait dans la tête. Alors je me suis dit "bon, je vais l'ajouter à l'image et voir ce que vous en pensez". Désolée mais mon français n'est pas assez bon pour le traduire.
The Enchantment
Silence blanketed the sacred Grove. It was an ancient, primal silence, a silence heavy with the knowing of all things to come. The air shimmered with fleeting breaths of blues, ghosts of soft purples and hazy pearlescent twisting and twirling like a haunting melody that whispered soundless of magic and mystery.
He stood in the centre of the grove waiting patiently, unmoving, listening in silence. His breath came slow and measured from deep within, his mane glowing with an ethereal energy, eyes dark and observant. The time of the prophecy had arrived and he waited for the Fae Queen. Together it was their destiny to break the Aul-On's curse and destroy the evil Lovianin bloodline; a bloodline that had held the kingdom hostage since the last crystal moon a hundred years ago and ruled with unspeakable dark cruelty.
His nostrils flared, twitching as vague hints of rose and freesia teased their way into the grove. He could feel the air around him tingling and his breath quickened in anticipation. The softest rustle of silks broke the silence of the sacred grove. The Fae Queen had arrived.