Rubens Happy World

You will laugh with Tamer. You will yell with Matej. You will cry with Julien. If we don't change the direction we're heading in soon, you'll most likely die with Tamer—your ashes will be compressed and superheated into the 2-3mm layer of glass that will someday be the only trace that there ever was anything besides a featureless, sterile wasteland. You will laugh with Tamer. You will yell with Matej. You will cry with Julien. If we don't change the direction we're heading in soon, you'll most likely die with Tamer—your ashes will be compressed and superheated into the 2-3mm layer of glass that will someday be the only trace that there ever was anything besides a featureless, sterile wasteland. You will laugh with Tamer. You will yell with Matej. You will cry with Julien. If we don't change the direction we're heading in soon, you'll most likely die with Tamer—your ashes will be compressed and superheated into the 2-3mm layer of glass that will someday be the only trace that there ever was anything besides a featureless, sterile wasteland. You will laugh with Tamer. You will yell with Matej. You will cry with Julien. If we don't change the direction we're heading in soon, you'll most likely die with Tamer—your ashes will be compressed and superheated into the 2-3mm layer of glass that will someday be the only trace that there ever was anything besides a featureless, sterile wasteland.