#stressed about the current events so i wanted to draw something to funnel my frustrations into

[p0rchc0ll4ps3]

There is nothing anymore. The ships are gone. There is no way through. No route. No passage.

When Tuunbaq's domain was finally invaded by the pale people — the kabloona — it would be the beginning of the End of Times. Poisoned by the kabloonas' pale souls, the Tuunbaq would sicken and die. When the Tunnbaq dies because of the kabloona sickness, its cold, white domain will begin to heat and melt and thaw. The white bears will have no ice for a home. The whales and walruses will have nowhere to feed. The birds will wheel in circles and cry for help, their breeding grounds gone.

This is the future they saw.

Once, we did see a ship, cutting through the ice, flying a white flag with a red cross. Blood on her sails like the blood on their hands. But she is gone now. A ghost.

This is the future they saw.

One way or another, the world turns its face again towards corruption and darkness. White men take their control, and we are slaughtered at the hands of their hubris and their lust for imperium.

The ice will melt. The water will run red. Power has corrupted us all, and our world is lost.