Everything you know is a lie.

Everything they tell you is just an overly sugarcoated reality. The world is not as beautiful as they describe, the sky not as blue as you see. For whatever it is you think is real, they are only telling you about the world as it was centuries ago.

The world is already dead.

And nobody knows how to revive it.

The greens that you witness are not plants, they are tremendous layers of toxic. The blue you think is the sky, it is merely a reflection of your ancestors’ tears and fear. And the orange that sets every evening? It is your grandparents’ dwindling hope, soon to be yours, soon to be your children’s.