James Byron

We are, all of us, connected by the fray. A world of fantasy awaits, asking only ‘in what do you believe?’

A love triangle between thought strangers. It’s a dream so seemingly real a mind cannot comprehend, but is it madness? A list of disturbing images from another scene in time tells a tale that threatens to unravel the very fabric of all that is long held in disbelief. We are bound by love.