‘Summer…’
This splash of graffiti is young Mike’s only mantra, as he wanders far from home, far from who he is and ever was.
Onwards, to the coffee vans, to the bookshops. To lose himself in this labyrinth. To forget.
But when he witnesses a young woman named Naila stealing a book from a dusty basement, Mike is catapulted into a strange underbelly, in which Explorers indulge in wonder, lunatics are wise men, and the mundane holds miracles.
Welcome.
To this distant city.
This abandoned mansion.
Welcome to the Undercurrent.
