• You always leave so quickly.

• But you have so much work…

• I get it. I totally understand. But what if… What if you...

• What if you suddenly get a day off?

The washed-out red line traces a confident path away from the labyrinth city, toward the lands of dreams strewn with golden petals.
Were that line to break, a story would start. A story of the boundless and the omnipotent, of the minuscule and the fragile.

From the creator of Milk inside/outside a bag of milk.