An island is a refuge. Within the forest dwell ancient trees, stones, animals of all sizes, and a few branches found along the way. Childhood and discoveries. Knowledge lost in the mist, aboard a ship. A field of attraction where past, present, and future dance in the fire without temporal order; the children are all ages. We have arrived at the strange land of Gombaut.
- Created by
- Unai RuizMaite Alonso
- Origin
- ES
