Prologue
The woods looked washed out, color saturation turned down and light levels turned up to compensate. Every surface was evenly illuminated, leaves, bark, ground all shared the same quiet brightness. Shadows couldnāt find any purchase from which to cast. Not under the leaves, not beneath the undergrowth. Everything felt two dimensional. A man stood at the edge, looking in towards the center. Noā¦
I will always help bring attention to creatives. May the odds be ever in their favor















