The year is 1995, the Space Race never ended and war is on the lunar horizon between the US and USSR. In the mist of conflict the Soviets unearthed something on the far side of the moon, something primordial that should have been left buried...
This is the first in a series of illustration from my personal project: Frontier Red. A story born from my love for H.P. Lovecraft, Cold Wars mysteries, and the Space Race.