I can always feel an attraction to the shape of a river rock. Soft smooth and polished just like life.
There’s a flower in between the rocks.
Undesirable unless one seek the flowers, in crevices in the shadows of lusty towers.
Procure trade on whims of nameless men
Openly or in disguise she thrives due to
Demands, in decadence of her world
The underworld enslave her soul
I have never felt such an urge to design. Soft and delicate shapes that will gently create a unique feeling of style.