It seems the winter rain returned to splash against my window pane again, even the house is cold and all I have left to do is reflect upon sweet dishes of melancholy and poignant daydreams. The rains good for that, and whether I like to admit it or not, a little bit of sadness is good for me, too. Like the rains, tears can wash away all the dirt and grime, remind me of what matters past the facade of summer sands and it's bright sunny skies. Right here on this window ledge, it's a just a therapy session between me and the prattling droplets.

A really beautiful piece by,
ChesnokSuperior

They did a great job on my character and really did a stunning job on the lighting for this.