The skies we built were torn apart.
The dance we danced was not for us.

This become to be when I got a random idea and then made it.
Might be obvious-on-your-face -reference to a couple of characters of mine.
Or maybe just a cool picture of a couple of stylized birds floating in interspaces.

¤ Pentel brush pen, copics, gold and silver ink. 2019.