Paradise is the memory of a dream.

All we know is who we are now.

We cannot remember where we came from, or who we were before.

Now we must leave and return to the hell worse than here, from where we once so desperately escaped.

In the clarity of waking, only fragments of understanding remain.

Faces change, sequence of events blur.

Memories of people, places, emotion, as real as a lifetime, gone forever.

  • You Are Beautiful
  • my DNA will never die
  • 27

Only a perfect mind can navigate a perfect place, but perfect we are not.

  • End of the World
  • At the End of the World
  • There is NOTHING

Only a perfect mind can navigate a perfect place, but perfect we are not.


In the undoing of paradise, each building becomes jagged and broken, derailing towards the imperfection of unstructured chaos.


Through our withering memories, we remember only our creator, Maddie Blanchard, the arcane Illustrator of The Surreal and Beautiful Uncanny. Her last wish was to share with you the recipe of Paradise: ink and water with a sprinkle of salt for crystallisation.