No Man’s Land. From the mist, a Horse and Rider emerges. Gemini. Pestilence. “It isn’t just a matter of saddle and hoof,” she utters, “More than the physical tangle of …

No Man’s Land. The Yellow Python, cautious, enters the hollowed-out wreckage of what was once a large building. Darkness greets him, then a single spotlight drops on the other occupant …

Can you taste it? Power. The frothy mixture of desire and manipulation that clings to the tongue like the lingering touch of death? The corruption of power, it seeps into …

The Grove. Igor Mortis sits, bound, in front of a large tree. Gemini appears beside him. “In the heart of a desolate wasteland, there thrived a single, defiant tree,” she …

Gemini stands amidst a desolate landscape, the sheen of its once-pristine beauty barely visible. “Once, there was a boy who dreamed of being a hero, of following in the footsteps …

The camera pans across a dark, decrepit steel cage, its bars cloaked in shadows, the air thick with a sense of foreboding. The faint sound of dripping water echoes in …

“Step into the labyrinth, Tombstone.” In the dimly lit confines of her lair, Gemini, Pestilence herself, speaks with a sinister edge, her words echoing ominously through the twisted corridors of …

Gemini is sat with a guitar, El Mariachi Muerte carefully placed behind her, his arms guiding hers. “Now, place your fingers upon the G-string, like that. When you play, it …

A single string moves along the screen, a harbinger of tales untold. An image fades into being atop it, a world both familiar and foreign. ONE Aarman Fidel stands at …

Illumination Antiques is a fascinating place, hosting the solemn dance of antiques, each step a ponderous waltz with time itself. Picture, if you will, a grandiose grandfather clock, its once …