A wild seascape, a distant island, a full moon. Gradually the island grows nearer until we land on a primeval wilderness, rich in vegetation and huge, strange beasts. Time passes and man appears, with clubs, with spears, with crueller weapons still - and things do not go well for the wilderness. Civilisation rises as towers of stone and metal and smoke, choking the undergrowth and the creatures that once moved through it. This is not a happy story and it will not have a happy ending. Working in his distinctive, monochromatic linocut style, Stanley Donwood carves out a mesmerising, stark parable on environmentalism and the history of humankind....