Remember toiling in the fields until the moss crept up your back? Remember the days of getting dirty while creating the greatest of blessings you can bestow?
Grandfather Nurgle remembers.
This is my piece "I want Cotton Candy"
I can't seem to do fire properly, so I'll be happy to move on to the next round. It is titled as such because my girlfriend said the fire looked like cotton candy.
Oh well, onward friends!