Loki, the shapeshifter, wandered, his mind as fluid as his form.
He was a living paradox, both trickster and sage, reveling in his own complexity.
Each step he took was a dance of duality, weaving a tapestry of light and dark. In his eyes, a glint of mischief sparkled, yet it was underlaid with a profound depth, a yearning for understanding beyond mere mortal ken.
As he moved, the shadows caressed him like lovers, whispering secrets of the unconscious mind, their touch as tantalizing as it was enlightening, drawing him ever deeper into the labyrinth of his own enigmatic soul.
I did this a long,long time ago and I thought it wasn’t really good enough so that’s why I held it back. I decided to show it now because umm…screw it?