Chapter 8: Your painting style is not right, right?
Allen’s consciousness drifted through an endless sea of stars. The night sky, free from light pollution, was so pure it stirred his heart. Step. Against a deep blue, velvet-like backdrop,…
Allen’s consciousness drifted through an endless sea of stars. The night sky, free from light pollution, was so pure it stirred his heart. Step. Against a deep blue, velvet-like backdrop,…