Strange Lines

Strange lines throw their shadows across the forest floor. Wooden creatures move their creaking limbs, slowly shuffling through the leaves.

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Spilt ink bleeds into the dusk. A darkness falls with no moonlight. The twisting arms rising from the earth begin to blend with the sky. The exit is unclear.

'Strange Lines' 2017 - Digital image

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