Three men, silhouetted against the dawn, obscured by the spinning remnants of burnt comics and cassette tape march steadily forward through the ruins of a once pristine world. Their feet fall on torn Batman tees and broken bottles, red and blue labels strewn amidst the shards. Here, now, in a land stripped of its beauty, abused by over-exposure and the bottom line, they wander, nay, they seek to find that which is hidden behind the veil.