Opening image: a red horizon
Grey Red A red horizon. Black sand. A machine wakes beneath a torn military tarp. Old steel moves again. Triumph over the machines. The lock-on tone cuts through the wind. Something larger answers from the dust.
Grey Red A red horizon. Black sand. A machine wakes beneath a torn military tarp. Old steel moves again. Triumph over the machines. The lock-on tone cuts through the wind. Something larger answers from the dust.