There's an eye peering back at you. Their gaze seems familiar, somehow. Though strange and foreign at the same time. They don't blink, only stare straight ahead at you, perhaps in curiosity? In warning? In fear? You open your mouth to call out, but the fog closes around your mouth like soft tendrils, harmless and yet they choke you like snakes, winding around your neck. And then they are gone. Consumed by the fog. It was only for a moment that you met their gaze, and yet it felt like eons, gazing into those eyes you knew so well and yet were so strange and distant to you. And now you long to stare at them again, ponder what could possibly be holding you gaze so tenderly like a loving mother and yet still make you want to root to the ground, still and unmoving, like the terrifying gaze of a monster of some kind, though you know that thought might be silly. And yet...was the thought of them, silly? Had you imagined it all, an illusion created by the thick and dangerous fog? You can't help but feel anemoia for that stranger. Maybe you really are imagining things. Estelle why did you just write that big ominous srp for your simply tss-tober art? Haha, I have no idea the idea just came to me and the next thing I know I have like a paragraph of my hyperactive mind just rambling. ANYWAYS ignore how bad the fog is, I tried doing it on mag but the quality was...eugh so I redid it sigh
