Daily Sketch #333

August 25, 2021

"Thomas pushed through the fog in pursuit of the mysterious figure. Water formed large beads against his skin as he strode through the white void. The air was almost chokingly dense. Drenched to the bone he had no choice but to continue pursuit of the dark form. Time was lost in this place, Thomas didn't know how long he had been giving chase. As his hope began to fade the fog suddenly dispersed, and there standing before him was his mirror image in perfect form."