the land where the hills are sewn inside out, the smoke plummets behind your eyes and puddles are made from glass. the radioactive land where children stay children forever. the souls of dead children buried inside the bodies of dolls. sir anatoly moskvin, our God, has dug us from our graves and made us alive again! So in this radioactive land of bloodied corpses we run free, like the children we never were. You gave us a childhood and we love you for it. Will you help to make more dolls in the voznasenka basement? welcome.
the windows blink at you. pick a character:
ivan.
lola.
THEE DOCTOR