'A stronghold once obscured by lightning now rose unafraid out of new hypnofauna. An unfamiliar crown-shyness obstructing the abyssal lock beneath us. Elspeth, though forever intrepid, spins lost for blue months embedded in the trunk of an impossible magnetic snake, somehow enduring whitenoise guardians nestling in the gutters beside her, with gilded roots and sharpened stems in motion. Who could possibly conduct the blessed cygnet's red luck? Elspeth, though gently infinite in her little boat, would surely find out.' Hand-drawn with ink, coloured digitally 3535x3535 @300dpi