In a post-apocalyptic world, bewildered communities survive subsistently, gettin' 'er done anyway they know how, the survivors of technological armageddon.
In a mad intensely uncanny contrast a giant vehicle crosses the land, like a moving city complete with robots putting on a show as they pass by.
The show compels as it immerses spectators in clever anime vignettes, romantic and humorous and terrifying and awkward a diverse spectrum of narrative fiction.
Young romance in flummoxed variability soaring and cresting as it flows, boldly attempting to balance their emotions with civic duty and familial bearings.
The clouds sweetly billow and transform as laidback reckoning elusively matriculates, the shapeshifting cardiac lithe admixtures frothing and foaming throughout the sky.
Frankensynoptical reanimation electronic Lazurinthine glib ambition, nonchalant nurture necessitous invention the cold weary resourceful meaningful strife.
Age old conflicting absolutist loci the cruel haughty ruler the rebellious upstart, lost in battle interminable lexicon lesions loquacious latitude linger.
Lifelong longing idyllic identities carnival construct latent obsession, pasteurized pygmalion novel Narcissus the great wide open into the light.
19th century Jaegers powered with batteries paving the way for macroscopic mischief, why hellbent on flamboyant destruction when there's still so much life left to live?
Robotic revelry animate hatchlings conscious constituent microchip cadre, throughout the city inaccessible recess fluid frenetic feverish fastening.
A less encapsulating monumental magnum a humble toy robot dazzles young children, their father happy to have shared the sensation with the modest intent to cultivate wonder.
They never let their robots get out of hand, the apocalyptic scenario never arose.
Just modest life and creative expenditure.
Family and friends.
Holiday Seasons.
