Frostwork / 2025

An old house on the edge of the village, entwined with wild grapes, kept many secrets. Its attic, covered with cobwebs, opened the doors to the past. Every dusty thing here told its own story.

Arriving from the city, I went up to the attic in search of inspiration. As soon as I picked up an old tattered book, some kind of magical tension hung in the air. Suddenly a whisper sounded in my head: "Help me so that I can tell" ...