Ink Wind [WIP] (Patreon)

L: This part of the Flat feels like walking through a half-finished sketch. The ground is coated in fine, dark dust that clings to boots and clothes like ink powder. Whenever the wind rises, it lifts the dust into long black veils that stretch and scatter, painting shifting patterns across the air.

This is just the first sketch stage, but I wanted to share the mood already. I’ll keep refining it step by step.