THEY ARE TELLING STORIES ABOUT US.
In the postapocalyptic world which used to bloom in green colours only the last shadows of the old world beings remain. They are being exposed and looked at as if they were in a museum of the old times which don’t exist anymore. The world is different, laughter now only exists as a recording on a grainy tape. Even the rainbow which appears after the acidic rain seems faded out, coulourless, with 7 different shades of grey...close