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Mysterious fires and relentless storms wear down an already dwindling population, but as the fires grow more focused and destructive, a young messenger is compelled to seek out answers that have been hidden from him for twenty years.
When I saw the smoke rising again, I knew it was him. Because he always waited for the storm before setting another fire. He wanted us terrified and restless.
But he didn't account for our maxim, the three words that made us Galilieans. We endured because of those three words.
It was the same reason Raindrop and I always followed the smoke. Despite Luminator Eloanne's warnings, I couldn't let it keep happening.
She was still looking for survivors like me-anyone who would bite down on the world and never let go-who would scratch and crawl and dig and hold on, even as it all burned.
They were out there. We only had to find them.
Über den Autor / die Autorin
Olan Rogers is an American actor, comedian, filmmaker, and YouTuber who created the animated series Final Space for TBS and Adult Swim. He also stars in and executive produces the show. Rogers has a YouTube channel with almost one million subscribers, where he posts sci-fi spoofs, videos of his cat, and other content. He also owns the Nashville streetwear brand Star Cadet, which has produced clothing for Final Space, NASA, and Star Trek: The Next Generation. Jake Sidwell, a composer for film and television. I've composed for projects in every
category, including TV shows for Adult Swim and TBS(2018-2022), Vimeo staff picks, film festivals, YouTube series and animated shorts, and hybrid/orchestral albums.
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Mysterious fires and relentless storms wear down an already dwindling population, but as the fires grow more focused and destructive, a young messenger is compelled to seek out answers that have been hidden from him for twenty years.
When I saw the smoke rising again, I knew it was him. Because he always waited for the storm before setting another fire. He wanted us terrified and restless.
But he didn’t account for our maxim, the three words that made us Galilieans. We endured because of those three words.
It was the same reason Raindrop and I always followed the smoke. Despite Luminator Eloanne’s warnings, I couldn’t let it keep happening.
She was still looking for survivors like me—anyone who would bite down on the world and never let go—who would scratch and crawl and dig and hold on, even as it all burned.
They were out there. We only had to find them.
