In the empty white, the tug returns. Voices, hands, so many inquiring and beseeching gestures. I feel them - these disembodied, needy things - scratching at the surface of consciousness.
What are they? Who are they? What do they want from me? Is there a me?
They disrupt the quiet peace, the nothingness that I had just moments ago.
The voices grow louder and a flurry of activity stirs around me. Blurry memories flutter past me like strips of film in the wind, and just when I start to feel overwhelmed -
I am awake.
I find myself standing in front of a distorted castle that has manifested in the emptiness. It is a jagged, obtrusive formation that juts out of floating rocks.
Staring at it, I struggle to understand the architecture or what kind of creature could possibly live in such a building.
I feel a tug, like a puppet tied to strings, as the castle beckons.
Authors Note:
Thank you for your patience! It has certainly been a while, and I know this isn’t really a classic manga or visual novel style, but I hope you’re enjoying it.
I drew inspiration for the Witch’s House from a mix of different European and American architectural styles, with a little bit of a subtle Korean influence too. I’m always interested in how different cultures and people build things.
Whoa. 🩷 Seriously beautiful writing!
I love those hands! You can almost see the pulse in the wrist.