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... I ended up finishing this one within three days. Man has quarantine been a bit boring.

As implied, this is a redraw of a drawing I made about three years ago. Here's the cringe-fest I called art three years ago.

I say that the redraw went well. Now to get some chores done.

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To elaborate on the story that I made in the previous drawing three years ago, I'll add more details. I may finish more of the story as time goes on.

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Sitting in a cave with legs crossed and in a pensive gaze, Umu felt his immortality going down. In front of him, a nine-year-old Terrarian with developing elder blooms stood proud despite his height.

"I saw eternity every day, guarding it with my life forever. I see Terrarians, Croans, Orquins, even humans pass by without a care in the world. Please, Cosmos, let these hundreds of years I spent guarding immortality not go to waste," Umu pleaded to Cosmos as he handed to him his fae wand .

"I put my faith in you to make the right choice. The threat of corrupted spirits rising is coming."

"I promise you, my master, that I have made the right choice."

()()()()()()()

Cosmos maneuvered towards the largest of all the spirits. He approached the head as he struggled towards it when the limbs came flying in. He dodged each one as he readied a spell with his last bead.

And he knew, at the physical age of ten, what the outcome would be.

"I'm sorry Mama. I'm sorry Papa. I'm sorry Lumi ..."

That was what he said before delivering the final purification to the greatest corrupted spirit.

He was falling and falling while watching little rose petals billowing with the descending air before they turned into dust. It felt so peaceful, that fall.

With his mouth gaping like a fish, Cosmos' eyes fluttered closed before feeling an overwhelming peace fill as his legs crumble and turn to soot.

He plucked one of his elder blooms off his head and hug it real tight before he felt his torso, then his arms, and finally, his very face become dust.

"I feel so ... light."

()()()()()()()

"COSMOS! COSMOS!" was the last thing Cosmos heard as a familiar Terrarian with soaked hair and injuries came running toward him.

"Don't worry about the 'here' anymore not. Now stop breathing here-" a mysterious voice embraced the dying.

That was when the peace took over before flashing white, then it all went black.

Description
... I ended up finishing this one within three days. Man has quarantine been a bit boring.

As implied, this is a redraw of a drawing I made about three years ago. Here's the cringe-fest I called art three years ago.

I say that the redraw went well. Now to get some chores done.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To elaborate on the story that I made in the previous drawing three years ago, I'll add more details. I may finish more of the story as time goes on.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sitting in a cave with legs crossed and in a pensive gaze, Umu felt his immortality going down. In front of him, a nine-year-old Terrarian with developing elder blooms stood proud despite his height.

"I saw eternity every day, guarding it with my life forever. I see Terrarians, Croans, Orquins, even humans pass by without a care in the world. Please, Cosmos, let these hundreds of years I spent guarding immortality not go to waste," Umu pleaded to Cosmos as he handed to him his fae wand .

"I put my faith in you to make the right choice. The threat of corrupted spirits rising is coming."

"I promise you, my master, that I have made the right choice."

()()()()()()()

Cosmos maneuvered towards the largest of all the spirits. He approached the head as he struggled towards it when the limbs came flying in. He dodged each one as he readied a spell with his last bead.

And he knew, at the physical age of ten, what the outcome would be.

"I'm sorry Mama. I'm sorry Papa. I'm sorry Lumi ..."

That was what he said before delivering the final purification to the greatest corrupted spirit.

He was falling and falling while watching little rose petals billowing with the descending air before they turned into dust. It felt so peaceful, that fall.

With his mouth gaping like a fish, Cosmos' eyes fluttered closed before feeling an overwhelming peace fill as his legs crumble and turn to soot.

He plucked one of his elder blooms off his head and hug it real tight before he felt his torso, then his arms, and finally, his very face become dust.

"I feel so ... light."

()()()()()()()

"COSMOS! COSMOS!" was the last thing Cosmos heard as a familiar Terrarian with soaked hair and injuries came running toward him.

"Don't worry about the 'here' anymore not. Now stop breathing here-" a mysterious voice embraced the dying.

That was when the peace took over before flashing white, then it all went black.