Description
“My own eyes have seen him…he who even death calls “father.” Gliding over the mirrored waters, he whispers to the sky…of war, of deception and of sacred rage. He is the first teacher, the final student, effortless is his voice. Professing to the land and shores, he is now dead to, exiled. Amidst him are the bones of old gods…the shells of deities and lords…those with ears to listen and hands to motivate…if only we could be so lucky…to be chosen as the instruments of the end.”
Dimensions: 3ft x 5ft
