I'm not someone who's that special. However, I've always felt that I'm so different. At least, in how I see things and to what I see.
My life has been going way different than the others that I couldn't feel it. I thought everyone experiences the same things, feelings and also hard paths.
In the end, mine is different.
I'm a painter, an artist who loves digital art, acrylic, colors and brushes. My fingers are what create these beautiful pieces which people are demanding as book covers, paintings and so on. I'm supposed to only be a painter, not a witch. I didn't choose this fate. I'm not choosing it.. yet.
There are two worlds. I'm sure. I've always felt them. They are cunning. Not all, but most. I have been sensing them in my dreams ever since I was a child. They see us, know us, share a lot with us. But we never see them. They're more powerful. If only I know, why me.
I try to paint one but I can never see his features. What is he? No. How does he look like even? It's bothersome. He's coming. I can sense him. If only I could see him. Playful, demonic, cunning and arrogant. He's been around for a while, I didn't know that before, until I see myself in a similar world, places and things but different dimension. My eyes are uncovered and his presence isn't sensed only, I can see them. I can see him. I can see Vaelzorrath!