Shadows

One day, by a strange gear of events, men went to war.

Prayers and clairvision were useless.

After the departure of the last disabled, no one will ever know what the imagination is capable of. And that until the end of the story.

Shadows. Last gleams of a dying sun. The few survivors are replaced with previously insignificant items. A barren world ... let's make sure that doesn't happen soon.



« War is the war of men; peace is the war of ideas. « 

(Victor Hugo)



Just a regular led lamp, a black sheet of paper and some flea market trinkets.