Even in the monochrome scrubs, next to the black and fragile sea, rainbow skies can be seen.
Somewhere in the spray-damp crags, a hidden hungry city sleeps.
Somewhere down below, glass domes disguised as stones pollute red light into the fine shining mist.
Somewhere behind, men, women, and children wear only the blood of their enemies.
Somewhere in back of bitter hills, lazer tribes ceaselessly war, up and down the river wide..
Somewhere, just left of frame, folks break their bodies and send their souls into colonies of idiot, neon crabs.
Nowhere is there safety.
Nowhere is there normalcy.
The mathematical mean of this place averages to madness.