Dear Weirdlings, What is that knocking in the walls? Do you see it? Is it real? Some monsters slip through the shadows and squeeze through ducts, stretching their arms from dark places, grasping and viscious. Some monsters lurk in the distance, their threat a constant hum. We cling to each other, to our love and humanity in an attempt to stand against the tide.
Where Monsters Meet Humanity
Where Monsters Meet Humanity
Where Monsters Meet Humanity
Dear Weirdlings, What is that knocking in the walls? Do you see it? Is it real? Some monsters slip through the shadows and squeeze through ducts, stretching their arms from dark places, grasping and viscious. Some monsters lurk in the distance, their threat a constant hum. We cling to each other, to our love and humanity in an attempt to stand against the tide.