Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before; a stricken lament of terrible beauty. They all fell silent.
|Subject||1.3 × 2.7 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|
1 of 10 prints in original size on Hahnemühle PhotoRag®