Michael Tanner & Alison Cotton

Packaged in an eight-panel textured card cover with a foam hub to secure the disc
Beyond the field that is watered with tears, in the forest where the fog never clears, past the tree that grew like a broken finger, behind the waterfall, to the side of the natural alter, there is a room. In that room, behind the bookcase, on the middle shelf, standing alone, is an unnamed book that contains no words but the key to the door to hell