Pan Rae

Fluttering echoes of winged carrion and aural demons. When things look up, it may only be due to the sinking sensation. When they slip back down, they go far. Much too far. This sinking ship of swirling emotions, bleak and colourless, drive through one s body, mind, and spirit in all of the possible shades of sepia grey. This is a seemingly neverending road of heard trauma and unseen nightmarish delights, a roadmap to the Etherworld. Delirious dreams of addiction, hallucinated manifestations, mental bric