Echoes of dripping water, an icy world suspended in a blue, endless ocean.
Traces of sentient life busy in what it seems to be an ice colony, adapted to the extreme temperatures of their planet.
Working incessantly, hours becoming days, breathing the crisp, cold air of their colony and the stench of their bizarre, noisy steel machinery.
-Aozora-
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.