i finally turned the dream i had in 2011 into a comic, like i said i would.

This is a story about my dear brother. It is most certainly not about me.
My brother is a foolish man, and sick to his very soul. It is this sickness that drives him deep below ground. He has never told anyone where he goes.
I know where he goes.
Into the labryinthian corridors of this rotted beast, he loses himself. I know only I can help him escape. I know the longer he remains in this place, the more difficult it becomes for him to find the exit.
This is a story about my dear brother.
It is not a story about me.