Hattifnattar
Watcher Of The Skies
Imagine yourself in a distant cabin, surrounded by cold wilderness. Power lines are splitting the landscapes like electronic highways, loudly buzzing and crackling in the air. Soon blizzard is roaming outside, freezing winds hammering the window shields and clattering the loose roofing. Cold trying to push it's way through narrow openings of the wall into the warmth of the cabin. Snow storm is blocking the view from the window, starting to slowly resemble static noise from the analogue TV. Kettl…