The Box in Dark Silence By: Lana Semakova Near the end of the forest, I stumbled upon a rock passageway that was tilted in a way that I could tell was leading deep underground. I wandered down this tunnel, downwards, downwards into a slim cave-like hallway. All that I could hear were water drops coming

The Thawing Kingdom By: Lana Semakova The pastels of spring were beginning to spread across the forest as the patches of snow melted into streams. Nature’s orchestra simmered beneath the sound of my steps on fallen branches and leaves.  I’d always loved this time of year. It prompts rediscovery. Winter tends to cover things and

The Pond of Antiques By Lana Semakova I was walking through the side trail of the forest, the one that has moss covered rocks and a wall of drowsy willows that touch passerbys’ foreheads. I wanted to see what was in the centre of it all, outside of the clean trail for typical hikes. I

Calcifer’s Cave By Lana Semakova I was on the hill, taking polaroids of the sea of tree tops below me to send to my friend back home. Before I left, she had asked me if I could take a photo of them right before winter started, while they were still that perfect shade of sunny,

Foreward from the Author By Lana Semakova The exploration of the mind is the greatest journey we will ever set out on. It is the perfect combination of imagination and jagged truth. Many philosophers would argue that our psychology is  sterile and lawless.  On the contrary, I believe that our thoughts are tameable. They are