Diego Luna

You sit by your crackling campfire as stars shimmer above. The cool nights breeze is comforting, sweet pine and wet earth lingers in the air. Curiousity gets the best of you as you search for the tattered codex you purchased at a night market a few days ago. You finger through the pages delicately, an inked sketch of a glowing man catching your eye. You trace his figure with your fingertip wondering what his story is. A soft voice behind you speaks. I've been expecting you...