“Genres”, plural, because the best works in the entertainment are often hybrids of different genres.
This happens because that half step away from ourselves and our world is necessary, to focus on who we really are and which are the correct questions we have to ask.
So, here’s a spy story about maternity on a cosmic level, a road trip driven by a pair of mongol shamans, a western where umanity will put their hands on the occult forces of Creation, a post-apocalyptic sci-fi which will investigate the misteries of memory and Nature, while looking for presumed treasures – physical or meta-physical. Like in the last story, where a Master of Theosophy will persuade Nikola Tesla to bring him into space, on a spaceship designed by Alfons Mucha.
We will dance on the thin boundary between pulp and revolution. Care to join?