She knows these grounds. She walked these paths when the metallic ground was still shining;
brushed past the sallow trees when they were but saplings. She glided small-footed through
the jade green courtyard, and giggled falsely at the foolish patrons.
But now the paths are rotting, and the saplings, ancient and insurmountable. The perfect
turf replaced by a thick maze of cruel thorns; The once loving clients little more than
crumbling bones in the oil soaked ground. Her beauty, like the paths she follows, has
long since faded.
But she knows these grounds. And for a meager fee, you can too…
Here we go! My first finished model for Mark’s (heresyofus.com) great Chapel project.
As always, honest thoughts are very welcome