• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05

Southern Shadowlistic

Invisible hand emanates from southern shadows, fingers like knives digging into dirt to extract corpse silhouettes. The earth has eyes and spits skeletons at nothing. The void revolts with an army of suns. But thumbs are the tongues that babble sonic eclipses. At dusk, shadowhands retreat into the hemispheres of sorrow.