what is this strange place?

What is this Strange Place?

drawing on cyanotype- original

paper - Fabriano watercolour paper 300 gsm

approx size A5

In a realm stitched together from dreams and stardust, there lived a woman named Elira who wore the cosmos in her hair.

Her world was one where skies pulsed with sapphire light and flowers whispered secrets of the universe. Elira was a guardian of thoughts—the unseen dreams, the buried emotions, and the wild imaginings of all beings. Her towering, violet hair housed constellations that blinked and breathed, like tiny portals to other lives. Her cheeks glowed with vermillion, a symbol of compassion that burned even in silence.

Elira’s closest companions were the Triangle Watchers—mysterious beings cloaked in golden geometry, each with many eyes that never slept. They could see not just outward, but inward—into memories, intentions, and the truths that people hid even from themselves. They floated quietly behind her, always watching, always listening.

But on this particular night, something stirred in the sky—a ripple in the stardust that meant a memory had been lost, stolen, or erased. A child’s forgotten dream, perhaps, or a widow’s last memory of love. Elira’s expression grew solemn. She would have to travel beyond the comfort of her glowing realm, into the Forgotten Zone where stories went to disappear.

She pulled her crimson cloak tighter, and the Watchers aligned behind her like sentinels of mystery. Together, they would find the memory, stitch it back into the sky, and make the stars whole again.

In a world where time was painted and reality danced like pigment in water, Elira was the keeper of what made each soul unique: their story.

And she would not let even one be lost.