Endure Zenith

Arcylic On Canvas
18/24 inch (45/60 cm ) in

The Winters depth was cold. sharp endless and white. While the cold air creeps up upon me, it sends shiver's down my spine. The kind of shivers that weaken you, the ones full of loneliness. beneath this coldest fears lead you to a certain fate, But! If you ever knock on the door of uncertainty Fate is there watching over you. Given the task to execute the action Awaiting for the consequences as remuneration.

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