An abandoned lumber-room at the top of the house.
An enchanted rocking-horse in gleaming leather.
Was this once a man, now destined to wait for Mistress Sakura Strike to come upstairs to play with him?
She gazes up to the moon above, ignoring the groans beneath her and muses on her next adventure.
In the corner of the room, a gentleman puppet in top-hat and tails, who fell for her charms. He danced and dined with her once but now lies discarded in the corner, waiting like the rocking-horse for her occasional visits.
The Art of Sardax 
Wow, what am amazing image – so much story in that single frame . . . so much detail to admire . . . so many emotions in wanting to be that rocking horse.
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It’s truly an fasciting image.
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