Tobias (new character, no reference) is gazing upwards, at the sky, though the shot is angled so we can’t see it. He’s clad in tattered clothes, maybe, once, ages ago, fashionable garb, now reduced to rags.
Once, when the clouds dissipated,
I would look to the sky in search of the first hint of sunshine.
I would just stare.
Just watch as the sunlight pierced through its cocoon.
A slight smile curves Tobias’ lips.
My mother called it Summer Dreaming.
At another time, in another place, this might be a snapshot of tranquillity, of a man at peace with himself and the world, looking up to the sky, to the heavens. But not here. This is Green Wake. We’ve pulled back from the first panel. Now, we can see the sky. It’s coated in black paint, not even the faintest hint of a glimmer of light. It’s unnatural. Unnerving.
Now, even when the sky clears,
the outlook is no less obscure.
There is just darkness. Blackness.
Stretching on for eternity.
Pull back farther. Tobias is standing on the edge of a cliff. The world stretches out before him, never-ending in its blackness.
In Green Wake, there are no dreams.
Tobias has one foot dangling off the edge.
Just one, everlasting nightmare.
Tobias, falling, in darkness, into blackness.
I miss my mother.