And sometimes, between those moments of fighting, of competing with the forces of the sea, I would cease moving, seemingly surrendering to the waves and let myself sink into the endless obscurity underneath. It was quiet, down there, far away from the roaring storm on the surface and the more the light faded the more I felt the masses of water above me, pushing me further down. The pressure was not menacing at all, in fact, it was calming. Never before had I experienced such serenity, as I was descending into the darkness, feeling like a child in its mother womb, like a dreamer in the depths of sleep, with glimmering bubbles surrounding me like the most precious pearls and blackness reaching out for me from the bottom of the sea.
This is actually one of those pictures that I've had in my mind for quite a while but never got around to drawing it. It's my character Seraphine, enjoying the advantages of being undead and therefore not having to breathe (and being surprisingly poetic about it).
Hope you like it. :)
