Une nuit

A lone rider ventures deep into an uncanny forest, his bloodied hand still clutching a wild white mare that has just fled into the night. The trees loom like sentinels, shedding massive white blossoms that dissolve into a pungent mix of pepper and cinnamon as they touch the ground. Overhead, a chorus of rustling leaves and a distant, otherworldly scream fill the air, while the ground itself seems to breathe with a strange, fetid fog.

The traveler’s frustration turns to sardonic laughter as he confronts a parade of grotesque, ash‑colored insects emerging from the soil, each step echoing the absurdity of his perilous quest. Through the shifting light that climbs upward instead of setting, he feels a restless curiosity surge, mingling fear with a strange, almost sensual awe for the bizarre world beyond his familiar horizons. This opening immersion promises a surreal odyssey where reality blurs with nightmarish imagination.