It was dawn in the magical land of Artquestria, and the mysterious power of Princess Sunflowers caused the lights to flicker on, shining their fluorescent glow across the small gallery.
Twilight Sparkly-Night woke with a yawn as night was replaced by day in an instant. It was another beautiful day, with a gentle breeze blowing from the air conditioners. She could scarcely believe it had only been three months since she had moved to this peaceful side-gallery from the hustle and bustle of The Camelot Room where she had grown up. Ever since she was a little pencil sketch she had felt out of place, awkward in that massive space in which hung pa
I say I'm an artist, but I'm more of a light remixer -- expect most of the things on my profile to be (hopefully nice) edits of other things, usually to make them wallpapery.