CUTTLEFISH THAT LOVES DIVING
The Nighthawks lie silent as the scion of an evil god cries out before its birth. The gaze of the abyss, the whispers of terror-are they signs of a boon or a curse? Unfathomable gray eyes are shot through with blood while Saint Selenas ashes darken the land of dreams. As the tragedy unfolds, the glint in the clowns eye is but a fleeting teardrop. Fantasies are products of the pen, and every story is a deception