Vesper

Ravens set flight, above vast horizons covered in wires and fences. As the weevil move through the vines, dessicating the leaves left to dry, the clouds paint it the colours of sunset. It's the sun which unleashes burning flames, while the stillness in the air freezes over. If spring had any wings, it'd set flight with the crows, for they are the ones who bring warmth. Winter doesn't surrender, it's place lies with the night. Every night can chill a little bit of icy winter, but as much as the autumn ceded, so will the cold, one day. As the weevil feeds off of what was there still waiting to bloom, the crows aim for what is no longer waiting, that which is about to decay. Despite the locks, the jails still oxidate, what it was meant to trap will escape from the holes sooner or later. Life finds a way. No hill catch the sight of the setting sun, instead the geometric caverns are those to rival the circuitry that gives the fuel to the cities. From small sparks, thousands upon thousands form a current which lights the silent hearts of an evening, offering fire to those who dare not to lose the sun — those bold enough to reach to it face to face, when it's at the lowest, vowing against the fear with the pride of the living. Once witnessing the fleeting golden hour, setting foot in the golden state, one finds something more worth than any prayer, it spells there will be better days, as the rhythm of the winds silences forever, over the amber-coloured flatlands.
Quoth the Raven, in a cold June 14th

Mixed Media/animated GIF: Ink lineart over paper & digital colouring/animated edit. Original Artwork done in June 14th 2017 — used for a poster, as volunteer work to advertise a counter-cultural print fair event promoted in a vegan restaurant in the city of Curitiba, Brazil. Drawing, Illustration, Animation and Text by me — this is my participation for the high4tezos event.
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