"And through the infinite skyes of deep void, I felt the cold breath of fear.
Everything was silent, but even silence can speak terrible words.
Oh my... such terrible words.
May my mind forget those sentences, please...
Please, tell me this "being" is not our Father of all."
The Explorer, Lost Notes
This is a personal art exploration, born from random shapes found in my daughters' Play'Doh laid on a black plate.