#witchywastelander

imagine yourself lost in a post apocalyptic forest. The trees are leafless and their spindly branches reach toward a sky drenched in a gray abogado sky back lit by the moon, reflected off of a fresh layer of snow. Your boots crunch on dead leaves and twigs creating a cacophony of natural noise. In the distance you see a cottage, the roof looks to have a garden on top and against the man made destruction is a lush and beautiful micro meadow enveloping the structure. from this distance you can just barely make out music playing, it's loud, it's raw, it's guitars, it's bass, it's punk?