On the Plains of Rena

The collective result of this week’s train commutes, also in a colored version.

Translated snippet from my headworld fiction to which the image belongs:

"They were grey, hardly visible among those desolate waves of endless grass. Maybe I felt a twinge of pity because they were grey like myself. Yes, I could have just eaten them, but what reward would I have had? An extension of my suffering? I don’t see any more sense for myself anymore, but maybe I had a bit of sense for someone else."