Buun and the crew set out to explore the now dark landscape
They are surprised at the breathability of the air after all the centuries
It was not known if human life here ceased to exist after the great leave
After the great migration
December full of seeds
We continue to kiss the spector
Chasing the rabbit round the pylons
Following the scent of immortal
Spiraling like our mothers again and again
On a camel on a hill of sand
I can see you on a camel
My fallen echo
I will hear you
My echo
Suddenly I ran taste
Ripples of a rain to take me from this cage
My echo
I can see you
My fallen echo