"
...leaves were shivering anxiously while the roots were weaving their own garment, blossoms were giving
away their finest essence and the trees bowed one after the other ushering Her as She woke up one last
time to grant Her light before She slept again for ever..
A lonesome Wildflower, free in a world that She gives birth to in Her dreams, a sleep that lasts for a
thousand years before She wakes up again and rises for a solitary day of life, a day of enslavement in a very human world that buries all dreams forever
Embrace the rare Wildflower and let Her wake up today as well...for us all. "
Made in Photoshop 7 & Painter 8, no references used.
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