Equus Ferrous

Equus ferrous There is a storm blowing when blue waves crash ashore white horses with flying mane gallop up, blocking the road. The stallions become a river, pushing useless cars aside to drown in their futility. The town below is a lake, rats escaping the sewers runs up to the third-floor frightening people with their anger eat babies’ eyes. A new generation of the unseeing kind, the previous one could see but didn´t understand busy as they were playing with the cell phones taking selfies. Everything ends, calm sea the wild white horse went back to the bay, and the rats moved back to the sewers