A quiet afternoon in the park. A game of football between father and son. An inconspicuous watcher. Suddenly, a fleeting, but, nonetheless, alarming anomaly in the fabric of reality will soon connect the dots. What horrors lurk over there?
A caring dad and his young boy. A quiet afternoon in the park. A game of football between father and son at a dimly-lit and isolated underpass. Suddenly, an inconspicuous watcher and a fleeting, but, nonetheless, alarming anomaly in the frail fabric of perceived reality will eventually connect the dots. Who can tell what horrors lurk over there?—Nick Riganas
