Archelaus sits on a empty barren beach, dusted grey sands of ashen expanses, he looks out into the bright sunset overlooking a polluted ocean of filth grey-ish green and mankind's sins upon his father's beautiful world now reduced to this...

Archelaus rests in a criss crossed position, with his head resting on his palm spread out on the side of his face... He looks solemnly out into said sea... He thinks the sun is nice... he thinks... it's... pleasant...