On the windswept barrens of a land without moisture, a small gathering of people make their living in a world they no longer know. The "Age of Dusk." It is a time of senescence for the human species, during which hybrids known as the "Others"-those who are human, yet not-exist in great numbers. ![]() It is the sound of relentless sunshine, as well as the sound of a withering race. It is the sound of dry asphalt and sandy winds.
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