arthur wakes in a place of rest, a plane of existence. seeing souls splitting into birth and souls after death, almost a train station at times for our unconscious inner beings floating in fetus style. watching these luminous lines wrap and unfold, feeding everyone with pure light. though there’s another soul treading this non-existent water, a creature. not of the human race, but one of similarities as arthur himself. “hello.” he speaks, as his body rests in a still frame. silence.













