High up on the flat, rickety rooftop of an old apartment complex perches a young girl with an orange cloth tail and a laundry rod as her magical scepter from the Dragon King of the East Sea. From the ledge of her cement pavilion, the Monkey King and her gang doles out their mischief and wards of demons that lurk behind the metal gated units.

Take a peek over the rusted railings at the neon signs draping over the streets. Sniff the wind for wrapped sweets stashed outside the fish market. Press your ear to the ground to catch a verse of the Monkey King’s song that echoes from her rooftop kingdom.

Either from an alleyway fruit market or under a guava tree in a mountain village, Tidal Pool Snack Shop paints a Hong Kong that teems with magic and hidden characters. Their dreams and stories squeeze and burst through the cracks and windows of their matchbox homes onto the pages you hold in your hands.