The days of the great infinite spaces, the swollen chest, savoring that world beyond measure while flying, I don’t know if they will return.
Cursed newspaper cuts, they are still appearing from every possible corner. Like pieces of confetti, an annoying guest who doesn’t want to leave even when the party is finished.
Malefic Time AKELARRE, the end of the Malefic trilogy, is already at the stage of translations and design. Until the book gets published and reaches bookstores, we will sneak in it to leave some flavor of the final outcome of the adventure of Luz.
Times of the lands beyond the stars come to mind. They come, and my mouth fills with saliva impregnated of glories and failures.
They come, and I can taste the darkness, the marked goals and skies overcast by battles.
Suddenly the window opened wide. The wind has entered the studio making papers fly all over the place, creating a whirlwind of chaos. After collecting the drawings, we found cuts. They look like old newspapers, but the dates can not be right.
Thirteen years have passed since the Chernobyl disaster. The area is laying off an atmosphere of sadness and desolation. The few inhabitants of Naroülia, a small town nearby, are infected people who have been deformed after the tragedy, watch the dense reddish ambient that blurs the clouds of heaven. They are alert, although the installations are covered by the giant sarcophagus. It is not the first time that the air is tinged with red.