A Lonley Road
A lone man has come to the Witchus tower to seek the room at the top. He knows of the dangers but he hates the world and he hates himself; death is almost a joyous idea. Far has he traveled and just a bit further still he must go. Loneliness has followed him for eons; all his friends are dead, his lover is long decayed, and he is jaded, destroyed. The tower may be a hope for change, a hope for redemption, a hope of maybes.
--about the mediums used to create this--
extra long computer paper, pen, coloured pens, spit (for the sky), and a pain in the bum scanner that made this far too light so the pink doesn't show for beans on the hills and the brown on the tree is green, even after program fixes.