Mohawk

A glimpse of the face, swaying in silken light. The shadows are superimposed in the vast sky. Outside the ruins, the embers of the past in the pouring rain dispersed with the new life. The fingertip pulse is me or him? Strangers meet at the crossroads of destiny, and the words of God whisper to the world. Can eternal scars prove the fate of destiny? Underneath the light, there is an undercurrent. Who can resist the chaos and reach for the stars? Beyond the sky, who is coveting the prosperity of the world? This is the story of... "Mohawken". I use "new life" as a shuttle to embroider the fabric of destiny. Slow-burning narrative | grand world view | group portraits | original fantasy | mixed world characteristics |