An ancient, worn book rests on a desk, but its cover is unnervingly smooth and stretched, almost like fabric pulled tightly over something underneath. In the middle, a human palm presses up against the surface, forcing the material to bulge and strain around the shape of the hand. Every finger and curve of the palm is clearly defined, the cover pulled so taut that it seems on the verge of snapping. The palm doesn’t break through, but the tension creates an unsettling sense that the surface could give way at any moment, as if something is desperately pushing from beneath the fabric-like cover.
An ancient, worn book rests on a desk, but its cover is unnervingly smooth and stretched, almost like fabric pulled tightly over something underneath. In the middle, a human palm presses up against the surface, forcing the material to bulge and strain around the shape of the hand. Every finger and curve of the palm is clearly defined, the cover pulled so taut that it seems on the verge of snapping. The palm doesn’t break through, but the tension creates an unsettling sense that the surface could give way at any moment, as if something is desperately pushing from beneath the fabric-like cover.
An ancient, worn book rests on a desk, but its cover is unnervingly smooth and stretched, almost like fabric pulled tightly over something underneath. In the middle, a human palm presses up against the surface, forcing the material to bulge and strain around the shape of the hand. Every finger and curve of the palm is clearly defined, the cover pulled so taut that it seems on the verge of snapping. The palm doesn’t break through, but the tension creates an unsettling sense that the surface could give way at any moment, as if something is desperately pushing from beneath the fabric-like cover.
An ancient, worn book rests on a desk, but its cover is unnervingly smooth and stretched, almost like fabric pulled tightly over something underneath. In the middle, a human palm presses up against the surface, forcing the material to bulge and strain around the shape of the hand. Every finger and curve of the palm is clearly defined, the cover pulled so taut that it seems on the verge of snapping. The palm doesn’t break through, but the tension creates an unsettling sense that the surface could give way at any moment, as if something is desperately pushing from beneath the fabric-like cover.
An ancient, worn book rests on a desk, but its cover is unnervingly smooth and stretched, almost like fabric pulled tightly over something underneath. In the middle, a human palm presses up against the surface, forcing the material to bulge and strain around the shape of the hand. Every finger and curve of the palm is clearly defined, the cover pulled so taut that it seems on the verge of snapping. The palm doesn’t break through, but the tension creates an unsettling sense that the surface could give way at any moment, as if something is desperately pushing from beneath the fabric-like cover.
An ancient, worn book rests on a desk, but its cover is unnervingly smooth and stretched, almost like fabric pulled tightly over something underneath. In the middle, a human palm presses up against the surface, forcing the material to bulge and strain around the shape of the hand. Every finger and curve of the palm is clearly defined, the cover pulled so taut that it seems on the verge of snapping. The palm doesn’t break through, but the tension creates an unsettling sense that the surface could give way at any moment, as if something is desperately pushing from beneath the fabric-like cover.