Gnetherland is filled with moss and thornes. It's gnarled, grizzled, and knotted. It's where wild things hide in the pockets of the world we have yet to tame. This underverse is home to the dusty parts of ourselves, and the things we've since forgotten. We may see ourselves in these creeping critters. We may be surprised that we like it here.
I'm M.T. Walker. I'm a pilgrim in these parts, a vagabond. I'm a natural historian documenting these living thickets. I'm a soothsayer, a wordslinger. These sketches and clippings are windows into the layer that exists beneath us all. Wherever there are cracks in this world, the rowdy will rise.