Every night, my pen moves on its own.
It sketches creatures I’ve never imagined, writing their stories beside them.
I try to stop it, but the ink has a life of its own.
One night, it whispered: “We exist because you dream us.”
Now, I can’t tell where the story ends and reality begins.
#story

🎨✏️ Art & Story Lover | Commissions Open ✨

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- ArtStation: www.artstation.com/artwork/0lWogK

- Instagram: www.instagram.com/danae_is_bea...

💌 I create both **art & stories**, and commissions are currently open!
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