The Mouth screams. It swells, hunting the night like a snake in the dark. The laceration tears through the stars, devouring its meal. In an infinite womb, limbs drift suspended,…
The shadows of screams climb beyond the hills. It has happened before. But this will be the last time. The last few sense it, withdrawing deep into the forest. They…
Through a structuralist and simultaneously ambiguous form, the image’s reality treads closer to the abstract, leaving the sunset and trees behind. As we enter the image’s gloaming, it reveals its…
