In the dying glow of October, when the moon hangs low and the air tastes like rust and sugar, three tales begin to whisper. Spooky Season - a delirious metamorphosis, where becoming your monstrous self is less curse than calling. The masks melt. The shadows remember your name. Parliament of Rooks - birds and crooks with rusty hooks gather beneath a bleeding sky, cawing secrets and crimes in the same ragged breath. The Hollow - some dead things live, and some hollows are deeper than they look. Beneath bark and bone, something still moves, still hungers. Together they form Spooky Season;Three Macabre Tales: a haunted collage of verse and vision-part séance, part fever dream, part mixtape for those who walk between worlds. kAIzo Automata invites you to turn the page and step sideways into the impossible-where laughter sounds like thunder, and every echo could be your own footsteps. Quick. Look behind you.