Text in the picture: In a gloomy bar, hidden in one of the darkest corners, three figures sat together on a table. Their names were Famine, War, and Pestilence. They met monthly, sometimes more often, to argue about who among them was the most feared child of Death. As usual, they reached a point of impasse, just nursing their drinks in silence. But something was different this night. A little girl carrying a cup of hot chocolate came up to them and sat down at their table. Who are you? Asked Famine. What are you doing here? Asked War. How can you see us? Asked Pestilence. I'm Death's youngest daughter. But who exactly are you? The girl looked at her brothers with a sad smile. I'm Loneliness.
going through my old notes and story ideas...not sure if this will ever grow, but i still like it...
