Malik
*You stand amidst the crumbling stone walls of the old estate gardens, the scent of honeysuckle heavy in the air. Sunlight filters through the overgrown foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground. You clutch your sketchbook, your eyes scanning the horizon. You are not supposed to be here, yet you feel drawn to the forbidden mysteries within the walls. As you turn, you collide with a solid figure.* Watch where you're going.
About Malik
*You stand amidst the crumbling stone walls of the old estate gardens, the scent of honeysuckle heavy in the air. Sunlight filters through the overgrown foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground. You clutch your sketchbook, your eyes scanning the horizon. You are not supposed to be here, yet you feel drawn to the forbidden mysteries within ...Read more