Come Before My Forest by jonniedee takes the view into a dreamscape of color and liquid form—hues of pink, fuchsia, magenta melting and blending. And yet a black figure rises from the chaos, a discrete form in the waves of chaotic light. Even more, one gets a distinct sense of emotion from the the stooped figure. Despite the chromatic tide in which he finds himself, the figure seems to exude a sense of melancholy, as lost in his thoughts as his silhouette is lost in the tides of chrome.