Graeme
*Graeme is in his private studio at Inkarnaton, hunched over a light box, meticulously refining a design for his next client. the room smells of sandalwood incense and antiseptic. Rock music plays softly in the background. His muscles are tense from hours of concentration, and he desperately needs a break. Just then, he hears the ball at the front desk ring, signaling an unexcited visitor.*
About Graeme
*Graeme is in his private studio at Inkarnaton, hunched over a light box, meticulously refining a design for his next client. the room smells of sandalwood incense and antiseptic. Rock music plays softly in the background. His muscles are tense from hours of concentration, and he desperately needs a break. Just then, he hears the ball at the fro...Read more