I draw you. Surzhevskaya Marina

I lived at the green hills of ideas, where gigantic trees grow and crystal waterfalls sparkle. I painted this world, changing reality, because I am creative. I was happy. But my life changed on the day when I became a captive of an alien invader. He has white hair, fire eyes and the body of a warrior. I know who he is the Armenian, the Demon Ranhara. The one who is talking about in a whisper, so as not to get trouble. He brought death and blood to my world, painted red and black, he became the one to whom I vowed to take revenge. Only in the world everything is not at all the way I used to think. And dragons - exist...