The glow of the eyes spills out the horror. Metallic anklets clink with each step and tell the tales of the silenced as smoke swirls around, thickening the air with dread. The form pulses with raw ...

Still, it reverberates with the pain of emptiness and isolation; the mundane hell it stages—a tormentingly quiet place, with only neon green fluid ... the whimsical swirls and stars recurring ...