
The Ancients burned the world hundreds of years ago in nuclear fire. But the world did not end, a new one was born from the ashes of the old. In the ruins of dead cities, she goes exploring in search of anything that can be salvaged. But there are few areas that have not already been picked clean by others. Putting on a mask she ventures into the dark toxic spore filled skeletal remains of a building. The clicking of her Geiger counter warning Agalia of radiation filled hotspots. She hated going into places like this. The whispering and shadows always got to her. Emotions could be deeply soaked into the environment and at times she can catch glimpses of the past. Or perhaps it was just forgotten memories, hopes, and dreams of those that once lived here. One of the wonderful gifts of being a psychic Agalia would say with not much enthusiasm. If only you could see the world through her eyes. It would fill you with wonder... or horror.
"Where must we go..... we who wander this wastland in search of our better selves?"
-- The First History Man
Artist
Original https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53873686/
Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4BUm17ODkA
"Where must we go..... we who wander this wastland in search of our better selves?"
-- The First History Man
Artist

Original https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53873686/
Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4BUm17ODkA
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Hybrid Species
Size 2261 x 1629px
File Size 5.31 MB
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