This book and its creator are a work in progress.

Dydaɪ | nounA tall leafless tree with a thin trunk covered in smooth pale bark and dark stripes that appear when exposed to sunlight. The trunk is branchless until it reaches the height of the clouds where a multitude of branches sprout and become entangled. This surface of entangled branches is home to a variety of…


“Our ground is just the ceiling to a whole other world,” Alethi said and tapped his taloned toes on the branch that he and Luca stood on.

“The time has come,” Luca’s father said and held out his knife to her. “You will need protection where you are going.”

Paradyne per.ə.dɪ̈n | noun a. The isolated forest that grows on top of the entangled branches of the giant Dy trees b. Home to the Dyna (aka Stello) c. Aka Coelum


On top of the Tholo Filix saw farther than he ever had before. There were few times he was able to sneak out, and when he did he gazed past the tendrils of smoke that escaped through holes in the ceiling, past the giant stell tree trunks that looked like they held up a gray…

Ink and graphite on paper.

Tholo θoʊ.loʊ | noun A caged dome that surrounds and shields the Koma from the dangerous forest of Daso

Tears streamed down Alethi’s face. “If I cannot fly who am I?” Luca squeezed his hand. “We are more than just our wings.”

“They have every right to kill me. I took them from the sea just as I took the Koma from the forest.” -Amyn

Utupra | jut.u.prə | noun a. A spiritual dimension overlaid over the mortal dimension Utunfer b. An intermediary dimension where mortals can interact with deities and celestial beings

“Spirits do not die. But we can kill the mortal form they occupy and send them home,” Tox said and eyed the canopy. “How does the old saying go? ‘Be wary when spirits fall from the sky?’”

“The only thing you ever enjoyed fighting for was a lost cause. Father said it was because you are strong. But I think you crave defeat. I think you want to die.” ~Dyz

Ink and graphite on paper.

Filix still remembered how it felt when the warm blood from his father’s last words spattered on his face. “There are infinite ways the forest can kill you.”
I wanted to finish this illustration by tonight but I picked up a work shift and have been gardening everyday to help with anxiety (it helps!) New goal is to have this done by next Sunday. Here’s to another productive week.

Two Gods circle Locked in a fight They dance forever Like dark and light It’s us they desire Caught in crossfire We are the weapons The army and pyre.
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