Border Between Worlds
That dress, it was the one she wore when we first met on Olympus Mons, more than a decade ago. That lips, the very same smile that stole and sealed my heart. It was her.
Had it not because of the reactivated gravity and life support system, I might have accidentally crossed over the jammed doorway. Beyond was the damaged chamber with exposed circuitry, ready to greet any fools with high voltage embrace.
As much as I yearn for the time I can finally reunited with Olivia, it appears the One up there instead decided that I still got some tasks to complete on this side of world.
Pure entry. Cycles render, post-pro with GIMP.
Clay / workbench render :
