This collaboration was handcrafted by members of The Posse

avantopia
black_ops
Decadans
Evening of Light
Future Static
Kaliman Oxcuro
Lapis_rufus
WeirdwithBeard

“Then the low sallow sky of unconsciousness, starless as the skies of hell & roiled & weaving at the desolate horizon with dusky smoke, blossomed suddenly in an intricate array of monstrous patterns. Come as close to death as you may, there is no complete cessation of consciousness. The mind’s torment clings to the flesh till the heart has stopped & the brain dies.” —Ross Macdonald, Trouble Follows Me

Image: poolga + roamin