"He often found himself sitting atop the pasture hills, willing his sight to go further and further. He imagined that at the edge of the horizon, he could see the glare of light upon the towers of the bright cities he had heard about. He smiled at the notion, but he knew that if he wanted to see those places, he would have to set out on the endless winding road..."
The first finished illustration for a new story idea I'm slowly working on. More soon, friends!