Puppeteerby Kiri Moth
ABOUT THE ART
She moved through the dark streets of city, almost silent despite the weighty metal framework of the dragon that she carried. Its shining, jointed body swayed and shifted in rhythm with her steps, as if it breathed with a life of its own. The wind picked up suddenly with a soft rustling through the trees, the sound turning into a low, distant roaring. She hesitated, gathering her courage as her eyes scanned the sky for the silhouetted forms of the real dragons that she knew would soon be arriving...