Enveloped in decay and the butchered remnants of a troubled and blood-soaked past, a disoriented man meanders through the woods. Guided by grotesque hallucinations of a tormented existence and pale memories of death and retribution, more and more, the young vessel's muted anger ensnares him in a seemingly familiar realm of dark visions, where right and wrong coexist with his rabid desire to inflict pain. But, here, in the unforgiving and inescapable purgatory of a disturbed mind, oblivion is not the means to salvation. Is truth so ugly that the only escape is an intangible but beautiful lie?
Lung II
A nameless man wanders the city, littered with necrotic artifacts and a trail of corpses. Are his grotesque hallucinations clues to a violent past? Or are they premonitions?
