My last sketchbook doesn't exist and I'm grateful.
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- Опубликовано: 10 сен 2024
- The winds swept across a vast endless expanse of sand. Resulting in rolling dunes that grinds whatever remained of the last civilization into dust. A lone traveler pulls something out from the debris. A book. He opens the book wondering what advanced knowledge his ancestors have left behind... It's your sketchbook...