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-Olin frantically pushed his way across the platform, suffocated by the swelling crowds, hoping beyond hope to steal a glimpse of her, to catch a hint of her perfume, anything to trace him to even the faintest outlines of her location. Panic bounced around his insides and he knew she was gone, swallowed up in the crowds, taken by those they had managed elude all this time; he felt dizzy, sick. The trains whistle screamed throughout the station as the powerful steam engine slowly departed along its tracks. Reality snapped back into focus, the crowds subsided and Olin found himself alone on the platform. It was then something caught his eye, glinting by his feet. Reaching down the familiar object hung loosely around his fingers ‘Alasandrea…’ he whispered. It was her locket; the clasped was designed in such a way it could never come undone without guiding hands. She had discarded the locket for him to find, to tell him she was ok. Holding the locket close to his lips he sworn under his breath that he would find her, no matter what.-

I was drawing this just because and then my mum commented saying she could use the image for a poster for her Steampunk jewellery. So I eventually came up with this. Another one of those strange images I do. As for the story, who knows...just what I had in mind at the time

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-Olin frantically pushed his way across the platform, suffocated by the swelling crowds, hoping beyond hope to steal a glimpse of her, to catch a hint of her perfume, anything to trace him to even the faintest outlines of her location. Panic bounced around his insides and he knew she was gone, swallowed up in the crowds, taken by those they had managed elude all this time; he felt dizzy, sick. The trains whistle screamed throughout the station as the powerful steam engine slowly departed along its tracks. Reality snapped back into focus, the crowds subsided and Olin found himself alone on the platform. It was then something caught his eye, glinting by his feet. Reaching down the familiar object hung loosely around his fingers ‘Alasandrea…’ he whispered. It was her locket; the clasped was designed in such a way it could never come undone without guiding hands. She had discarded the locket for him to find, to tell him she was ok. Holding the locket close to his lips he sworn under his breath that he would find her, no matter what.-

I was drawing this just because and then my mum commented saying she could use the image for a poster for her Steampunk jewellery. So I eventually came up with this. Another one of those strange images I do. As for the story, who knows...just what I had in mind at the time