You approach the edge of the property. The hard crust made by the intense heat and nuclear ash of the bombs crunching under your feet, concealing rich fertile soil. A woman with green leafy hair and rose glasses stands next to the only freshwater well for miles checking a timepiece around her neck.

"All the work is done... gives me plenty of time to just... observe."

She slumps down and leans against the well staring into the clouds.