🎧 Епізод 2: «Цитринове небо»

✨✨✨✨✨✨ The roar fell silent... But the sky was no longer night. It turned citrine — the color of a poisonous glow eating away at the horizon. This was the beginning of World War III. He ran barefoot, feeling the frozen clumps of earth pound against his soles. Chaos reigned all around. Suddenly, the air shuddered with the screech of iron birds — hunter drones were out hunting.