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Hi, I'm SeerLight (formerly known as SeerStuff).
I'm a self-taught digital artist in the U.S. I like to do illustrations, and concept art, and game on my free time. I
play League of Legends and Overwatch at the moment.
If you have time, please go visit my shop for some of my artwork on prints and various merch!
Enamel Pins: tictail.com/seerlight
A Fly on The WallThere's a fly on the wall. Oh shit.
Shadow DawnFor the first time in decades, the streets of the underground city bustled with uncharacteristic vigor. Trapped deep in the bowels of the earth where the deadly rays of the scorching sun could not touch them, the inhabitants gathered around in large crowds to witness the countdown to the phenomenal event that only happened once every moon cycle.
The buzz of excitement was felt all around by rich and poor alike. All except one dusty blonde young man who gulped hard as he gathered his courage to approach the green-eyed woman in front.
“Hey.” A weak greeting given, he smiled awkwardly.
As her sharp gaze turned to meet his, she scoffed in disgust. “Well, if it isn’t the jerk who was flirting with Alexi yesterday.”
Her hands folded across her chest as she declared with a sense of finality. “Look, I don’t want to be a part of your love games anymore, Lucien.”
His expression fell. He had not expected such an extreme reaction from her despite war
Hidden LightLight peeks out from over branches,
dappling the skies a myriad of
greens, and blues, and whites.
Laughter floats on the breeze,
swept up like scattered seeds to
find rich ground elsewhere.
Bittersweet memories assail the senses.
shadows of time creep into the field of vision
obscured by unshed tears, lips curved
in wide smiles too irresistible to refuse.
Old traditions were taught here,
even as memories were instilled
deeply in hearts not ready for the future’s heartache.
Winter gripped hard after
Autumn’s colors faded.
Sorrow dripped snow on
flower beds once tenderly nourished.
Sunlight weakly shines through bare branches,
causing bleak shadows to dance
where leaves once held sway.
Desperation creeps close to mourners
as tears tumble down cheeks once
rosy with summer heat and laughter.
Spring bursts forth with a riot of colors.