"The grass was sharp, thick, and completely blocked out the hazy light from the rising sun. His pain was growing too agonizing, his hope was running out. He was lost, confused, terrified, and completely disoriented. Just as he was about to collapse, a hand appeared before him...but it was only a ghost."

Page six! ♡ Hand drawn with ink on paper. All art and story by Inkflo ♤