HUMANOZ #21

"HUMANOZ drifts through the twilight, a figure of shadow and silence. It appears only to those who have lost their way, its dark form offering a glimpse of what might have been a forgotten joy, a chance missed, a memory faded with time. Those who reach out to touch these visions feel the dreams slipping through their fingers, leaving a chill that seeps into their bones. As the HUMANOZ fades back into the shadows, it takes a piece of their yearning with it, forever bound to the forgotten paths it guards."