The yellowed sunset covered Washington in a layer of rust, and the once-flourishing United States was like the drooping sunset, gradually decaying.
This desolate scene was particularly bleak in the photographer's photo.
If it weren't for two three-headed Lego figures crashing into the frame.
"Good grief... good grief... finally got rid of them."
Even though he's a data entity, Madao still felt like he had narrowly escaped death, even subconsciously panting.
He looked around, seeming to seize the brief moment of safety to take a look at this historical photo that might soon be Lego-ized, at least imprint the serious scene in his mind before it got harmonized.
The slacker felt no emotion, only muttering as he gradually un-Lego-ized, "If this scene could become true in reality, it'd be amazingly satisfying, one less scourge in the world."
But Madao, as if he had seen something that surprised him, rubbed his eyes, seemingly wanting to check if he saw it wrong.
