Submitted August 8, 2025 For The Contest, “Beauty Is In the Eye Of the Beholder." Sponsor, Crystol Woods ~ 3rd Place
The art was most beautiful on the dark canvas: a background that set up a stage for unfolding explosions of light struck beneath growls of thunder as swift swords of steel slash full clouds once holding- the deluge, escaping as a glistening wonder. The art was most beautiful on the dark canvas, as Moon hid behind the large battle, ongoing. Her sky was at war, and the bullets were flying, and lightning exploded, while clouds began flowing. The art was amazing- though fright left me sighing.
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