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I never knew what to call him, that boy within the glass.

He spoke to me, face awash with brightened color, of cornflower, grape and rose, his motions quivering the patterns cast upon the pews, yet all who heard me thought I merely spoke to my reflection.


Image by Munashichi

As I was scrolling back and forth between all my pictures trying to get inspired, I began to notice similarities between a lot of them. Same dragon, different color, or backgrounds with a familiar mossy covering, all beautiful in their own right, but they tend to blur together after awhile instead of standing out.

Then I caught a few that felt as if they were linked together, stained glass joining them into a chain of stories rather than the same one over and over. So the next few are all interconnected in my mind, though you don’t have to read them that way :)