"The sand is a pale abyss under the oppressive sun. Gaunt figures stalk the bleached horizons.
Those who linger in the crimson hours are swallowed by the desert, lost to things uncatalogued, unknown, and unforgiving."
This is a landscape I've pieced together with nightmares, dreams, and memories of driving up and down the Mojave. I've been meaning to turn it into a story for a long time but I'm looking for help.
I'm looking for writers to help me flesh out this world, Musicians to capture the haunting feelings of a cruel desert, artists who can capture these landscapes and all those within it, and anyone else willing to help me with this project.
If you are interested in anything you see here or any of my other work reach out to me here or on discord: averageaxe










