In the Old Stones Circle of a sacred grove, she stands, since the beginning of Times. No one remembers her or her reason to be there. Travellers passing by may think she is a statue, as she stands in front of a strange artifact, motionless. But it is told that she comes to life when a changing of Time is about to happen. She then starts moving slowly, she sees the becoming of the world, and she speaks, but in a language that nobody understands now, for she is the Forgotten Oracle. This drawing was in my head for a long time, in relation to one of my story-never-to-be-written... I started the sketch some months ago, and then sudddenly decided to finish it last week. I spent wayyy too much time on those stones texture, trying to make them convincing (by the way, the symbols written on the stone are untranslatable...they just belong to that old forgotten language she speaks).