PareidoliaPunk Digital Art Book "The Roots"
This is an art book project set in the world of PareidoliaPunk — tracing the memories of a young traveler who began walking the world after a single remark from an old woman met in EDE∀.
PareidoliaPunk
PareidoliaPunk is a mythpunk visual project that explores a fractured world where order has warped and faith has lost its meaning.
Its stories appear as fragments — places, people, and moments scattered across the world.
In the world of PareidoliaPunk, a single remark from an old woman in EDE∀ sets a young traveler in motion.
He begins to walk the world.
This is the record of that journey.
The digital artbook series "The Roots" attempts to trace that world through the record of a single traveler.
Each volume focuses on one place in this world,
recording the people who live there, their beliefs, and the events that remain like echoes.
The Roots of EDE∀
The first setting in the series is EDE∀.
Once known as the Garden of Eden, it was considered a sacred place.
But the traces of that past have vanished, and now it has become a slum.
Inspired by a remark from an old woman he meets there,
a young man begins to walk the world.
This artbook is the record of that journey.
Artbook Format
This work is structured like a travel photobook.
Images of landscapes and people from around the world are overlaid with short, poem-like fragments of text,
quietly forming a narrative.
Specifications
Portrait PDF (for smartphone viewing)
A vertically scrolling PDF designed for comfortable reading on smartphones
24 pages total
Double-page print PDF
A photobook-style PDF designed for printing and viewing as double-page spreads
24 pages total
Story
EDE∀
Once the Garden of Eden. A place called paradise, a sacred land.
Its former glory was gone. It had become a slum.
People, half in mockery, began calling it EDE∀.
EDE∀ was noisy as ever.
The usual alley. The usual shops. The usual jokes.
The young traveler drifted toward the laughter.
People lingered in the alley.
“…If someone’s going to save us, I don’t care if it’s God or the devil.”
The alley filled with laughter at the old woman’s joke.
What she said next stopped the traveler cold.
The old woman looked straight at them.
“—Right?”
The laughter only grew louder.
The traveler left in haste.
That evening, the traveler saw her again.
Alone. Smoking.
Trying to pass without being noticed.
“Hey.”
By the time they realized, it was night.
The heat of the alley had cooled.
Only smoke remained.
The old woman spoke of the world.
Years later, the traveler returned to EDE∀.
The old woman was not in the alley.
Only the usual heat remained.
There was something to say.
It was no longer possible to ask.