And so, it begins my next zine. This five part story will be a long (but fun) journey.
"The skies of Black River is tinted red by the fine dust lifted by the dry winds. But the streets run red in old blood, the blood of the many that built this country.
They tought you that the dark can't harm you if there is nothing there. But be careful, just because you are blind it doesn't mean the void can't stare back at you."
