There was a time, when I was jacked up on hallucinogens, and it was a very, very bad trip. And every time I closed my eyes, faceless creatures were always in pursuit, little girls with knives cackling. Mirrors that I could fall into and never return from.
My nightmare dreamscapes are a scary place. I was doodling in photoshop when I came up with this creature vaguely reminiscent of the faceless men who chased after me, one hand outstreched as if begging or reaching out, I wasn’t ever sure.
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