ICE GENESIS

In a world washed out and whitewashed, two renegades make a stark contrast against the cold, sanitized surroundings. The one standing, adorned in a black jacket with glints of embellishments, looks as though he's just emerged from the underground of a dystopian society, filled with forbidden rock concerts and hidden speakeasies.

Meanwhile, the seated figure exudes a nonchalant air of authority, pulling off those bright red trousers like a symbol of rebellion against a monochrome regime. His gaze, veiled behind reflective shades, holds secrets of covert missions and underground rebellions. The peculiar megaphone-like object, casually discarded beside him, might have been a tool for their recent escapade.

Their shoes touch the ground, leaving an imprint on this otherwise sterile world. Each step they take is a dance between defiance and style, a testament to the spirit of those who refuse to blend into the background. As dawn breaks, they're ready for whatever the day throws at them, be it a chase, a protest, or just another performance in the theater of revolt