'All worlds are nurtured by creators. Handmade lullabies spark and shift for hours in the dark before erupting from celestial nadirs to drift into the sky aimlessly, far beyond brutal origin. Castles and temples adorn the surface, jewel-like and crooked. Elspeth speaks quietly to them, between words at a point where flowering elements meet, hoping only to understand how to unravel the light and wake her sleeping friend.' Pen and ink drawing coloured digitally