When I am not writing music for Homestuck I enjoy drawing things from time to time; I am heavily fascinated by imaginary places. Each of these four images is an abstracted portrayal of a locale that does not exist outside of my mind.
An island city called Lormaest, where the sun does not shine.
A cluster of spires in a desert, carved into homes by a people long gone.
A shrine on a hill over a cave, called Espias.
A city in the side of a mountain, where mechanical children still stand vigil.
Reblog for my own posterity.