The Petrichor Sentient

'Beyond the reach of Urxhin clocks and matriculated modes of care, rare sentinels are waking. Star-crossed wands of Angelon and Iodem Lode sear the mist as heaven is levelled for the first time. The riddle unlocked in caterwauling rain with anemones of ichor was revealed to be the circuitry of a godless axolotl. A winter-drenched demiurge of the grim harlequinade specialised in keeping vigil and devolving into pages torn from a book. Deep in the memory banks of an underdeveloped penance propeller, Elspeth is spiralling in absentia, a five-handed god-trigger of escape commands, sent coursing through the veins of an accursed night, desperate to reach the dawn.' Pen and ink drawing coloure...View all