Somebody built those wings themselves. You can tell. They work, mostly. Good enough to get back from the ruins with a book nobody has read yet, hoping it holds a fragment of the old technology. The bravest of the tribe go out looking for it. Everything they find ends up in the Tree Library, once the scholars have translated it. The lights in there are not lamps. They are flowers, and their nectar draws the glow worms in.
Printed reproduction of an original watercolour, ink and gouache illustration. Self-printed on 300g/m² matte paper. Double sided, front and back tell one continuous story.
Specs: Format 19.5 x 7 cm
Somebody built those wings themselves. You can tell. They work, mostly. Good enough to get back from the ruins with a book nobody has read yet, hoping it holds a fragment of the old technology. The bravest of the tribe go out looking for it. Everything they find ends up in the Tree Library, once the scholars have translated it. The lights in there are not lamps. They are flowers, and their nectar draws the glow worms in.
Printed reproduction of an original watercolour, ink and gouache illustration. Self-printed on 300g/m² matte paper. Double sided, front and back tell one continuous story.
Specs: Format 19.5 x 7 cm
