There’s something watching this sleepy old city, something that almost blends in with the sky. Some stories call him a monster, but they’re mostly the ones told around campfires, trying to scare the youngest of the group. I prefer to think of him as a gentle giant. A watchful eye. A protector. THE protector of this city, the Oldest City.
- Digitally printed
- Printed on Glossy 250gsm Photo Paper
- Comes packed with a story card