Alex Amore
Under the Bridge
Tken at Kaerlige Ulve
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ironshore/221/202/22
A majestic deer stands beneath an old stone bridge, its antlers sprawling like twisted tree branches—ancient, gnarled, and alive with quiet magic. Shafts of dappled sunlight filter through the slats above, catching in the intricate tangle of horn and casting delicate shadows on its sleek, tawny coat.
At its hooves, a sparkling stream winds gently past, its crystal-clear waters catching the light like a ribbon of stars. The stream dances over smooth stones and weaves its way toward a breathtaking turquoise lake, so vividly blue it seems unreal—like a piece of sky captured in the earth.
Around the water’s edge, wildflowers bloom in a riot of color—bright golds, deep violets, scarlet reds, and snowy whites. They sway gently in the breeze, nodding toward the water as if in reverence. The air hums softly with the sound of insects and the faint, melodic whisper of water moving through the land.
The deer lifts its head slowly, ears twitching, eyes serene and otherworldly. It is a creature that seems born from myth—half spirit, half forest—a quiet guardian of a place where the veil between worlds feels thin.
Under the Bridge
Tken at Kaerlige Ulve
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ironshore/221/202/22
A majestic deer stands beneath an old stone bridge, its antlers sprawling like twisted tree branches—ancient, gnarled, and alive with quiet magic. Shafts of dappled sunlight filter through the slats above, catching in the intricate tangle of horn and casting delicate shadows on its sleek, tawny coat.
At its hooves, a sparkling stream winds gently past, its crystal-clear waters catching the light like a ribbon of stars. The stream dances over smooth stones and weaves its way toward a breathtaking turquoise lake, so vividly blue it seems unreal—like a piece of sky captured in the earth.
Around the water’s edge, wildflowers bloom in a riot of color—bright golds, deep violets, scarlet reds, and snowy whites. They sway gently in the breeze, nodding toward the water as if in reverence. The air hums softly with the sound of insects and the faint, melodic whisper of water moving through the land.
The deer lifts its head slowly, ears twitching, eyes serene and otherworldly. It is a creature that seems born from myth—half spirit, half forest—a quiet guardian of a place where the veil between worlds feels thin.