A street block filled with a camouflage luster, where more than 80% is covered with vegetation.
Flowers and grass blanket every street nearby, with branches heavy with fruit bursting through the windows of every household, their trunks intertwining in the air to even weave a dense network of plants between buildings.
Something like dandelion fluff continues to drift down from the sky.
The deeper one goes, the more one feels detached from reality.
When one military unit traversed this area, a Terminator after Terminator suddenly ceased to function, their programs entering "sleep mode" without having received any command to do so.
The mythical entity leading this unit hailed from the [Guilt World].
Unlike the [Agents-Goodman] who were directly connected to the mother system, this mythic being could not wake the sleeping machinery with program changes or additional commands.
If they continued deeper, all units under his command would fall into slumber.
