Despite the title and the neon “vacancy” sign, the little inn remains empty. But it’s no wonder really: across a rickety bridge, up a frail ladder into an old dead tree to a slightly squashed looking wooden house. I like the irony of that.
dude, i'm impressed. i know this place. i've drawn this many times. almost the same, but the house stood by the tree, not on it. but shape of this building, the ground and the bridge... even the moon. that's curious and a little weird o.o