What could turn out to be the most popular version of Coarse’s Casting shadows has just been revealed! If you still have cash left over from the holidays or needed something else to add to your list, don’t sleep on these because they will surely sell out!
From Coarselife.com
Who: Coarse Casting Shadows Pain – Soul Edition (limited ed. 200)
Where: Available only at coarsehkg.com
When: December 20, 2011
Time: 10:59 eastern
Cost: HK$3680 (~US$472)
Shipping: 3-4 month wait
*Comes with 1 Friends & Family Card
Who: Coarse Casting Shadows Pain – Signature Edition (limited ed. ???)
Where: In stores Worldwide (probably coarsehkg.com during Soul edition release as well)
When: Spring 2012
Time: ?
Cost: HK$2820 (~US$362
*Comes with 1 Friends & Family Card
Silence Remains
Sung awake by the whining winds, it’s still night outside. The dozy noop drags himself from his damp sheets, curious to steal a glimpse of the hazy morning light. It’s been a while since cold and darkness began to take over his innocent life. He can hardly feel his frozen body and his head hurts as he tries to wipe away the remains of his nightmares.
He marches up a winding mountain path with his ever present shadow, nism, almost invisibly trawling behind. A howling wind blasts against their bodies as they trudge barefoot through the cold mud. The outlook is murky, the smooth days are no more.
Neglected, nism lurks in the peripheries as the noop’s kite finally lifts off the ground with a whipping noise. Today might be his last chance to send paw! a signal to rescue him. The wind is getting stronger every day and it could tear the kite into rags any second now. The sun gleams and begins to expose the fear and aspiration in the noop’s face. Abandoned, and left at the mercy of the elements – like scraps to bribe the land. While he waits, sickness creeps into his mind, muddling his thoughts and gaining control of his senses. His inner voice, drowned out by the slow murmur of sorrows past. What has he done to deserve this torture?
Exhausted and in total desperation, he yearns for a sign, any memory that might be able to guide him back to stability. But instead, his greatest disgust appears from out of the shade. It’s glinting fangs give away it’s ominous presence. As if they both knew it would happen, the beast glares at the noop in utter triumph over him.
The haze clears and the echoes in his head deaden. He returns to his winter slumber. Is he going to die alone?