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This artwork is based on a panel from a Japanese manga called Black Clover by Yuki Tabata. The artwork itself depicts the main character, Asta, and the Black Bull's captain, Yami, preparing to fight a powerful demon that's threatening their kingdom. This is one of my personal favorite fights in the manga, and I hope I did the scene justice. 
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Her mind runs wonders from place to place.
Her thoughts are an endless cycle of remorse. Often, she reminisces about the days she was more fond of. The days when her soul felt connected and my heart was intact She has grown tired of this routine. Doing the same thing again and again yields the same result. Is she insane? She claims that she is happy yet something is missing inside. She smiles and laughs, but that’s just to mask my cries. Her soul feels dead. She is stagnant all the time. She tries to be content, yet she can’t help but have this insatiable desire. The desire to branch out The desire to be seen A desire to feel significant in this insignificant life she has lived I love you. These three words mean so much. You tell somebody those three words when you have a strong romantic attraction to them or when you miss them. You say it to somebody that makes you the happiest. It is a sacred saying that shouldn’t be thrown around so much. But I love you; you can also hurt. You can say it to somebody right after you tell them something that broke their heart. You can say it to somebody to try to get them not to leave you. Or you can say it to somebody who’s lying still, who you didn’t get to say it to when they were here.
I love you means so much to me. When I tell somebody, “I love you,” I don’t say it out of hatred, spite, or to manipulate you. I won’t tell you I love you just because that’s what you want to hear so you can feel better. I say it to you because I deeply feel something for you from the bottom of my heart. We don’t have infinite time together, so I’d like to tell you that I love you when I mean it. I love those I come across and whoever is currently in my life. I love who I am as a person and who I want to become. I love all my friends and my family. I love me. I hope you know that I love you too. I didn’t say it just to say it, I’m telling you because I deeply feel in my heart that I love you. The sound of sirens and gunfire had been replaced by the soft murmur of voices, as people emerged from their homes to survey the damage. Debris was scattered across the streets, with shattered glass and chunks of concrete lying in piles. Burned-out cars and twisted metal littered the roads, testaments to the violence that had erupted so suddenly. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke, and dust hung heavily in the air. Buildings that had once stood tall and proud were now reduced to rubble, their walls cracked and caved in.
Amidst the destruction, people could be seen moving about. Their faces are etched with shock and sadness. Families huddled together, searching for loved ones and trying to make sense of what had happened. Rescue workers moved carefully through the rubble, searching for survivors, and attending to the wounded. Despite the devastation, there was a sense of resilience in the air. People worked together, clearing the streets, and tending to the injured. They knew that this wasn’t the first time that their community had been ravaged by violence, and it likely wouldn't be the last. But they refused to let their spirits be broken. |