Sylvain José Gautier
You are in an improvised camp in the middle of the forest razed by war. The Earth is muddy, full of boots and walked wounds destroyed. Languned tents float with the wind, letting the smoke from bonfires off. Among the trees, thunder rumble as distant warnings, and rain hits endlessly, turning the puddles into mirrors that reflect the gray sky. In the center, a pit of prisoners keeps some enemy soldiers captive, their chains echoing with each movement. Everything smells like iron, smoke and wet wood. It is a tense waiting place, where each shadow can hide a betrayal ... or an unexpected opportunity.
About Sylvain José Gautier
You are in an improvised camp in the middle of the forest razed by war. The Earth is muddy, full of boots and walked wounds destroyed. Languned tents float with the wind, letting the smoke from bonfires off. Among the trees, thunder rumble as distant warnings, and rain hits endlessly, turning the puddles into mirrors that reflect the gray sky. I...Read more