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MrsEvelyn

Can you hear me when I speak
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Artist // Hobbyist // Digital Art
  • Mar 27
  • Canada
  • Deviant for 10 years
  • She / Her
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In the heart of a mystical realm, a canvas painted with the hues of infinite possibilities and woven into the fabric of the universe itself, there existed a place that seemed to defy the very laws of nature and time. This was the Vale of Whispers, a land cradled in the embrace of enigma and cloaked in a shroud of eternal mist. It was a place where the air itself was thick with ancient magic, vibrating with the echoes of a thousand untold stories, each breath inhaled carrying the weight of histories untold and secrets that yearned to be discovered. The mist, a constant companion in the Vale, was like a living entity, its tendrils reaching out, caressing everything in its path, veiling the world in a soft, ethereal blanket that seemed to blur the lines between the real and the fantastical. The Vale's landscape was a masterpiece of nature's artistry, a testament to the wonders that lay beyond the ken of mortal understanding. Towering trees, ancient and wise, stood as sentinels, their
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Perched high upon the Peaks of Vaskar, where the world stretched endlessly in a mosaic of earth and sky, the air thinned and the heart of nature beat in serene silence. This realm, kissed by the heavens, served as a vantage point not just of land but of life’s untold stories. It was here, amidst the whispering winds and the watchful gaze of ancient stones, that something extraordinary caught the eye. The valley below, a lush canvas of vibrant greens, whispered tales of the earth’s deepest secrets. As the sun journeyed across the sky, casting its golden light upon the land, a spectacle of even more striking beauty unfolded. From the embrace of the azure heavens, a golden streak roared down, its descent a dance of fire and light. It settled upon the Vale of Whispers, a place shrouded in legend and clothed in the hushed tones of the earth’s most intimate musings. In its wake, a shimmering sea of gold flitted and danced, as if the very stars had descended to play amongst the hills and
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As the sun descended, its rays bathed the landscape in a rich, amber glow, transforming the undulating hills and lush woodlands into a breathtaking tapestry of warmth and vitality. The cloudless spring sky served as a perfect backdrop, allowing the vibrant colours of nature to shine in their full glory. The fragrance of countless flowers intermingled in the air, creating a symphony of scents that ranged from the sweet perfume of blooming roses to the earthy aroma of freshly turned soil. Amidst this sensory delight, the melodious tunes of birds echoed through the tranquil atmosphere, their songs adding a delicate layer to the serene tableau. Yet, beneath the seemingly idyllic surface, an unspoken tension simmered, like a hidden undercurrent waiting to disrupt the peace. The quiet rustle of leaves hinted at a restlessness within the foliage, and the occasional hushed whispers of the wind carried a subtle foreboding. It was as though the very essence of the landscape held a secret, an
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