Wironda. Another darkness. Muzolino L.

Here, a run before dinner can lead to an ominous nightmare. The whole city is captured by black hills, which irreversibly change all living things. The congress on the highway leads to Wironda, a different reality, hostile to a person, and other, inexpressibly terrible dead spaces lurk very close: in an elevator stuck between two floors, in a crack on the wall, in an ordinary forest. Here there are monsters that you have never seen, the assembly of the nightstand can turn into a real body chorror, and folklore traditions are intertwined with cosmic horror and the latest fears that surround us every day.

These are the monstrous worlds of Luigi Muzolino, whose unusualness is worthy of Thomas Ligotti, and they can compete with the creations of Clive Barker. The attractive darkness, which will no longer let go of the one who fell into its power.