$PAPA

In the beginning, there was an island. Then there was darkness...

He showed the way - he was the road. A guide, a mentor, a teacher. PAPA and his brothers saw him through the shroud of madness, through torn clouds, through pages that didn't exist. PAPA hopped between worlds, disappearing and returning, changing colors and shapes, until one day he became something more than just a frog.

He was killed. Torn apart. But legends don't die - they just wait.

PAPA rose from the scraps of memory and the whispers of death. His body is creativity, his blood is chaos. He has risen to lead again, to discover, to show the boundaries of illusion, defined only by the one who created it.