A kinship, Tymlod embodies the burden of time, while his companion externalizes the thought itself, untamed, formless, yet inexplicably tethered to consciousness.
A madman's melody haunts scorched earth, metal breathes, clouds stir. Laughed at once, he plays the sky like strings. Rain answers, slow dancing over cracked soil.
Two explorers, a human, and a feline, arrive just in time for the big bang. Cosmic colors, deadpan humor, and existential travel woes all in one surreal panel.
