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Ojos del Salado Outfitters

I needed work. I became an “Expert Level Expedition Specialist,” guiding strangers up Ojos del Salado while tent walls flapped and the clipboard lied.

Ojos del Salado Outfitters

I needed work. I became an “Expert Level Expedition Specialist,” guiding strangers up Ojos del Salado while tent walls flapped and the clipboard lied.

Fred, Again

Fred, Again

Fred drifts through town, curious and absent-minded, until he finally finds Astrid waiting in the moonlit cemetery. Their reunion is quiet, tender, and perfectly absurd.

Fred, Again

Fred drifts through town, curious and absent-minded, until he finally finds Astrid waiting in the moonlit cemetery. Their reunion is quiet, tender, and perfectly absurd.

Astrid

Astrid

Astrid loves Fred despite his absent-minded ways, following him through nightly wanderings, silently letting him lead, her heart rotted yet full of enduring affection.

Astrid

Astrid loves Fred despite his absent-minded ways, following him through nightly wanderings, silently letting him lead, her heart rotted yet full of enduring affection.

Let Me In

Let Me In

She banged on the bedroom door, holding the flowers he left, whispered their beauty, and he leaned close. Nothing else needed—she was a catch.

Let Me In

She banged on the bedroom door, holding the flowers he left, whispered their beauty, and he leaned close. Nothing else needed—she was a catch.

Behind Her Skin

Behind Her Skin

She glows in the morning, all eyes drawn to her, yet her depth, her hidden layers, affect me most. She’s a living masterpiece, bar none.

Behind Her Skin

She glows in the morning, all eyes drawn to her, yet her depth, her hidden layers, affect me most. She’s a living masterpiece, bar none.

It's All in the Eyes

It's All in the Eyes

I chase a phantom across spacer-zones, burning every spare Grison just to see her eyes again. Once met, never forgotten—hope and gravity pull me through the impossible, back and forth,...

It's All in the Eyes

I chase a phantom across spacer-zones, burning every spare Grison just to see her eyes again. Once met, never forgotten—hope and gravity pull me through the impossible, back and forth,...