Waves of sand rasp against stone, whistling through ancient columns of carved rock. The sound echoes and tumbles like low thrums of thunder preceding a shower of lightning that will never come. Walls of light slide through clouds of dust, the evening sky briefly peering into the ruins. Sensing the ceasefire, flocks of impatient poultry dart for open skies; abandoning their havens of sanctuary. The sudden rush of movement is short lived, left unnoticed by the temple's true inhabitant. Slated armour shifts slightly, loosening an eon of silt in sparkling streams. The knight again sits motionless against the tides of time, as the sensuous dunes beyond shift and sigh...
(Been a little obsessed with Dark Souls recently and thought I'd test out some digital painting and photo-bashing techniques!!)