A whimsical story of a man living alone in his stone home on a hill.
Relying on his art to keep himself alive, the man is trying to find the spark in his art that people are also looking for.
When mysterious gifts start arriving at his door, he starts to wonder who could be intruding on his isolated life in the wildflowers.
Its not until a humanoid crow turns up at his window, an omen of death, that the man starts to push aside his fears and find the love for art again through a series of exchanges and amusing events with the creature.
With the crow trading its way deeper into the man's life, what will make them stop and see just how life-changing that can be?
This story is the full version of one created for an LGBT+ contest.
So right now I’m going to talk a about myself here.
Ok then let’s start this every time I wake up I mean every day I living in my life in this world ah right,
it’s feels like fake shit to me. I’m just tying to say every day I’m living in a fake life. It’s really freak me out.
Really what the heck is this ah. Actually what are we doing here in this world as humans.
I’m really really sad and worried about about this life.
Really don’t know what the reason is. But it’s how is it. This entire life is fake shit.
( just don’t angry with me ) I’m telling you how i feel about my life and this world.
I want to share my feelings with you because right now I feel uncomfortable no ever-time ,every situation I feel uncomfortable.
Life is like waking on a path, we seem to be forced to go forward, and forbidden to look behind. We are forced to the future, to face more challenges and difficulties.
I'm here, to invite you to think in a different way.
Here you are, welcome to my new blog, Random!