he time is the post apocalyptic future, and the land is completely infertile, rendered wasteland by year and years of nuclear turmoil in wars erased by centuries of hitsory. Two giant metropolises dot the barren landscape, seeds of villages sprawling between them, sprouting and subsisting independently on hydroponic farms grown in rows and rows of empty paint cans. The birth rate is declining and the deathrate is steadily going up, but with the introduction of cybernetic replacements for nearly everything, the dead seem to come back to live lives of indebted servitude to the doctors who saved them.

nd yet, there still exists a reason to laugh, a reason to pity, and a reason to stare in wonder.

sile serves as a means for the common folk to realize that, yes, they may be in pain, but at least there's someone that, more than likely, has it worse-- for the sake of sickness and horror.

'ombra conveys that, yes, there is still something in the world to stare at in wonder-- for the sake of beauty and survival.

oth circuses remind us that, yes, there is still a reason to laugh.