Anima Locus

Walking among the giants, in the path to paradise.
It's a world where reality bends. The mountains are too large, their snowy faces carved by impossible geometry. The ground itself is not earth, but a sea of liquid-gold light, frozen into grassy tufts. We are tiny figures adrift in a landscape painted by a sleeping god, where the silence is so loud it rings against the piercing blue sky.


*traveller