

A collobaration between a man who looses his father and write this poem and a woman who try to transform his words to an illustration

Aren thought he was searching a way out.
But something had found him already.

A portuguese tale of a fish that come to sit on your skin until the deep water claims you back.

A dead dandelion. A storm of thorns and eyes. In its decay, an uncanny vision of the world emerges.
Sharp, relentless, all-seeing. A story of transience, fading strength, and a sight that awakens only in death.

A roof made of iron. A night of fog. And above it, silent, powerful, a spider that knows more than we do.
It spins not only webs, but plans. Dreams. Memories made of rusty metal.
While the world below holds its breath, it continues to work, unwavering, hidden, awake.
A symbol of the uncanny within us: that which we hide until it takes shape.
Until it laughs. And steps out of the shadows.

Niel
Tells of crossing boundaries, silence in social spaces, and the attempt to reclaim oneself.
It is the story of a woman,
one of thousands like her, yet one that is almost never told.Trigger warning: sensitive content.

T356A
Monitors, codes, colors, errors.
Anyone sitting here knows: the verdict is inevitable.
Everyone must register themselves, a scan, a glance, the new present.This story tells of a world in which belonging is no longer a question of being human, but of usefulness.It addresses dehumanization, systemic violence, and psychological destabilization. It shows a fictionalized record of being “sorted out” from a society.

Amidst thorns, cynics, and a shaman, she suddenly found herself holding the life of a green parrot in her hands.
A short story set in the middle of the big city.


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