We Will Become Silhouettes

<sub>I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that
I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(and it won't be a pretty sight)

"We Will Become Silhouettes" by The Postal Service</sub>

I thought it'd be nice to have some not completely sad feels of Marcaline and Simon together.

The song doesn't really describe the picture, other than the fact that they're in a post-apocalyptic city...Playing with shadow animals.

Anyways Enjoy!