In a world eaten away by its own self-destruction. Where cold, dust and wind mingle. Humans rise from their ashes to dress themselves in them and survive for a while longer.
2077 is the year of desolation. Water is scarce, living beings too. But the sun breaks through the clouds at times to remind us of its existence. Life then becomes survival, and bombs are replaced by acid rain. Hope is as rare as flowers but it continues to exist among the travelers who carry it. These same travelers who tell stories to children:
"Soon, you won't be cold anymore. When the wind blows, you'll walk. And that! Thanks to people who kept hope like you."
Had this madman breathed too much dust? No one knew, but many hoped. And like embers blown by the wind, dreams were ignited, fueled by rumors of creators from elsewhere.
"One small step for man, one giant leap for what remains."
In the shadow of a new world,
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