Imagine… by hiding in caves and shelters deep underground, small, but illustrious groups have survived the Apocalypse – climate wars, heatwaves, mass extinction.

Closely knit together by their past experiences and shared trouble under the old establishment, they are coming out of their hideouts, gaining awareness of themselves, in the wasteland of oil and water left behind by their predecessors. Temperatures have gone up radically, but more self-confident than ever, they adapt and codify their futurist-shamanic styles, and their transformative themes, to birth several clans across generations, species, and genders. For those with a careful eye: water is indeed seeping through everywhere, and with it, the suggestion of on-going evolution and hybridization. Morphing forward, to the next stratagem - mechanic or biological: it is not known, and what is the difference?