Does something stir? Just there, beyond the edge of the known. Hiding in the dark skies, skimming the canopy of the deep woods, and lurking in the depths. Will I be safe amongst my friends?
DARK: Is it just our laughter which echoes through the dark skies? Or is there something out there calling back?
DEEP : A roaring fire and a few drinks can always warm my soul. Though, even amongst my friends, there is a persistent chill that creeps up my spine in the deep of the woods.
DEPTHS: The depths of these waters are crystal clear during the hot days. But at night, in the corner of my eye, I swear I see reflections that are much too bright to come from a dim moon.
Risograph printed in fluo pink and medium blue. Illustrations by Rachel Zavarella.
Does something stir? Just there, beyond the edge of the known. Hiding in the dark skies, skimming the canopy of the deep woods, and lurking in the depths. Will I be safe amongst my friends?
DARK: Is it just our laughter which echoes through the dark skies? Or is there something out there calling back?
DEEP : A roaring fire and a few drinks can always warm my soul. Though, even amongst my friends, there is a persistent chill that creeps up my spine in the deep of the woods.
DEPTHS: The depths of these waters are crystal clear during the hot days. But at night, in the corner of my eye, I swear I see reflections that are much too bright to come from a dim moon.
Risograph printed in fluo pink and medium blue. Illustrations by Rachel Zavarella.
