Note: Text in sketch is rough. The content below shows revision and my be revised again once moving to the painting stage.
Murmurs Only soft murmurs of undefinable thought drift through the room of yet to be beings, the first kernel of sentience, looking for nurture in order to bloom. Each unaware that they wait for that moment when everything changes. Then the ext question will be asked. “Can they bear the weight of what is to come, or cower from the enormity of it all.
“... it is always wondrous to experience something new and even more precious to witness something unimaginable....”