The lantern’s glow is barely reaching me, but its light presses against the silence so thick I can feel it crawling into my ears, smothering every breath and every heartbeat. As the hooded figure turns, I realize the lantern isn’t casting light—it’s swallowing sound, and it’s hungry.
If I ever need an Illustrator this man is getting hired no questions asked.
I’m humbled! And there are better choices out there.