longwing

In a fever dream of dusty apothecaries and brass gun parts covered in black and brackish oils, I devised a project who's scope is still just a little bit past my reach. Nearly a year ago, this concept took root in my head. It's grown from those earlier roots.

It will likely be months, perhaps another near year, before the public face of this project is more than a cryptic teaser page, but this is the moment when I became certain it could actually reach completion.

It started as a joke, then an homage, then gifts to my siblings. All the while, a single coal-fueled and steampowered question overrode every pause and doubt:

In the end, is all this no more than the product of mine own, Darkened Heart?