Seclusion

George was never the same after the war... Losing his twin was akin to losing half of himself.

In his anguish, he retreated to a dairy farm deep in the English countryside, away from all prying eyes. He wanted nothing more than to be alone for a while. That was until a witch with muddy boots and a pot of paintbrushes stumbled into the milking paddock and ignighted something with him that he couldn't understand, a yearning...