FASA 365 Day 214, Swamp Spirt.
A fae creature. A millennia ago, he sat down, and began to cry. Nobody understood him. Nobody wanted to try.
He hasn’t moved since. But… there’s a great big swamp and bog surrounding him… and he is dead center of it.
Artist Note. Im tired,… and I have an overwhelming urge to just go sit in the Hotels Hot tub… by myself.