Yet this faint sound was enough to wake the witcher—or maybe it only tore him from the half-slumber in which he rocked monotonously, as though traveling through fathomless depths, suspended between the seabed and its calm surface amid gently undulating strands of seaweed
Stile:
Arte Concettuale-Fantasia 18
Scena:
Sala Operativa della Seconda Guerra Mondiale
Yet this faint sound was enough to wake the witcher—or maybe it only tore him from the half-slumber in which he rocked monotonously, as though traveling through fathomless depths, suspended between the seabed and its calm surface amid gently undulating strands of seaweed
Stile:
Arte Concettuale-Fantasia 18
Scena:
Sala Operativa della Seconda Guerra Mondiale