Knowing true despair only makes one cling to the dimmest bit of light even tighter, for she who has seen into her own soul and found darkness and emptiness knows the true value of even the barest speck of hope.
This is a really old piece of vent art I kind of made out of nowhere when I was incredibly depressed and lonely in my college days. Seeing MaskedDragonNamedLin's Saturated (and the ensuing conversation in the comments) inspired me to post this here.
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