A Woman, a Goddess, a Child.
A Heroine, a Sacrificial Lamb.
A Comic Book, a Cedar Box that only opens through the mouth.
On this night, such as every night, a woman runs from herself and into the depths of a Comic Book.
This is a journey through the comfort of fiction, where the act of re-telling becomes a revolution and the lines between memory and self-fiction blur into a single enormous vignette, titled in shades of Nostalgia and Retribution: NEMESIS