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Ever since I can remember I’ve dreamed endlessly of running away to a mysterious land found along some forgotten forest path or unveiled by a spell inside an illustrated book full of magic, or discovered in the back of an ancient library and through a door only I could unlock.

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"My heart belongs in the 90's,

but my head belongs in the clouds."

 

A place where it’s not unusual to see a coyote goddess in a bar, or a psychopomp making mixtapes. Where you might stumble upon the moon in the form of a girl or a foal roaming high amongst the trees, while an ancient magic lurks in the shadows, ready to awaken. Ready to turn old myths into new ones, and secrets into stories.

There are characters with devious tendencies and ulterior motives, and those who just want to have fun no matter the cost. And an illustrated world that is as enchanting as it is dangerous, and where nothing is ever really as it seems.