Author's Note

A memento to the ones who lost themselves from the righteous path and for the disturbed who longed for the light. Stories bleed through the natural nature of us; humans. There will come a time where we still get loose around the red road only to find ourselves at the same starting point.

For the son, who has yet to understand the silence, the large window panes out front in the atelier, and the true feeling what art can scream of their behalf---- For they find love and the muse they yearned for.

- Kyrgios D. Rodgraim