Home Artists Posts Import Register

Downloads

Content

Dense forest brush gives way to a suspicious clearing, a wooded arch springing from the earth that doesn't seem possible through any natural means. Growth clings to it, and strange, dancing lights drift from the circuitous trunk. Faintly, the growing breeze is threaded with notes of distant woodwind music. Clouds soon blot out the sun, and as you move closer, the music grows louder, as does the wind and the rain. A storm is coming, and fast...

Files

Comments

No comments found for this post.