Ongoing6h 7m
Last published Tue, Nov 19, 2024
"I must have hit my head a lot harder than I had anticipated, or maybe breathe too much smoke because this is definitely nut-case crazy. Or a very creepy dream that feels way too real for my own good. I can pat my subconscious on the back for that one, but at the same time, it might be a little over the top."
When Melody set fire to a museum she didn't expect to hit her head on the pavement and wake up in a nightmare. But she does. And this nightmare is not a nightmare apparently--it's a curse.
A curse that traps her into paintings. And there's no escaping from the wrath of a possessed painting out to teach an art-hater a lesson.
Cover painting made by Soo Kim (http://sookimstudio.com/blog/)
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