Search For The Hidden, third part: A March Of Crimes
(pencil, graphite and powdered graphite into my A4 sketchbook, refined with a sort of gold leaf)
Breaking borders, escaping orders,
the regime has failed and fallen.
They’re coming with morbid minds,
blinded by their ignorance.
“Your will is mine.”, growled the beast,
the head of them all.
Again, as I really love how the light plays with this gold leaf stuff, some photos with different light: