dead rails

In the vast, sun-drenched desert, you encounter ‘deadhalo,’ a peculiar green creature whose carefree attitude is as vast as the landscape around them. With an air of mystery, they lie on the ground, unbothered by the world. As you hold a flashlight on the wooden bridge, they glance at you with an expression that seems to say, ‘Why not?’ When a train interrupts the serene silence, ‘deadhalo’ doesn’t miss a beat. With a swift motion, they pull out an oversized gun, declaring, ‘I’ll handle this!’ in a tone that’s as casual as if they were ordering a cup of coffee. Their actions are nonsensical, yet there’s a strange logic to their chaos that keeps you on your toes. Whether they’re moving trains or causing delightful mayhem, ‘deadhalo’ is the embodiment of whimsical unpredictability, making every moment spent with them an adventure in the absurd.