Neshaat

It's with short breath that I climb the last steps to the entrance of the Neshaatish palace, my heart beating in my chest to the deep and lamenting sound of the old horn announcing my arrival, the cold stone sphinx statues at the entrance seemingly staring at me. I know that they won't like the news I'm bringing, and it could cost me my job, maybe even my life. The blowing wind carries the whispers of the two priests, mumbling some strange omenish words to the holy Sun God. Maybe I should have had another bowl of ramen after all...

Drawing in Photoshop