Aster Gray sits in a small gray room, a locked box in front of him. He fiddles with the lock, toying with it for a moment. “Inside of this box …

We find ourselves in a small gray room, eyes set upon a tall gray man. Aster Gray sits back in a chair, a pendulum sat in the center of a …

Aster Gray sits in front of a chess board, examining the pieces with a bemused look upon his face. “I quite enjoy the game of chess, you know. Black and …

Arcadia is all about perspective. Imagine a large goldfish in a bowl, one where there it finds itself surrounded by the fluttering fins of smaller minnows around it. This fish …

A wise man once said, it is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees. Yet some men prefer the comfort of submission to the euphoria …

Imagine, if you will, a revolver pointed at a man’s head. He pulls the trigger once, twice, thrice, and every single time the hammer meets the steel with a harmless …

What must a man obtain to be crowned a king? Land? Subjects? Power? Or does one simply need a crown upon his head and a title on his name? Deathrow …

Nothingness. A white landscape stretching as far as the eye can see. “Everyone wants to stand out.” The voice of Aster Gray is like a blanket, encompassing the scene as …

Allow me to paint you a picture in gray. A man is planting a garden, an art piece to display in front of his home. But there’s a pesky little …