“Send my body to Arby’s.”
Plunging into dismal depths with a doom goliath.
Crown the astral array of gnashing incisors.
Obsidian depths and suffocating forlornness reign.
Grab your space suits and prepare your cryo-dried coffee.
Following in the footsteps of giants.
Welcome to dying.
Zessa comes together like an enchanting mist delicately strewn about a world long forgotten.
A monolithic cyborg compactor that dwells in the fringes of space, slowly glassing and obliterating planets with surgical precision.
A recounting of our journey out to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and the festival that transpired near the Grand Teton mountain range.
Patterns in Mythology outlines grand dips and swells, the balance always shifting between light and dark; a maelstrom of dissonance and harmony.