Character art for an ongoing worldbuilding project called "The Haze"
When I first met him, I thought he wouldn’t come back. He was just a boy. Clueless. Reckless. But he came back. Alone, wrecked, but unbroken. And he kept giving me this feeling each time he went out again. His eyes are always looking into the far, always seeking adventure. Always seeking. Always. He left a few days back now, into the Haze. I don’t believe he will come back. I never do.