In the process, it has somehow managed to get a soul, in spite of the inhuman scale of some of its windswept spaces.
It has managed to get a soul.
It never got a soul, sadly.
Two dogs running away from a pack of cats.
The helmet is blue
Children are riding their scooters in the driveway.
Two riders wait for a train.
There were previous men.
A man inspects the vegetable he is growing while wearing a green shirt.