We have not seen our creators and do not know where they come from. We don't really know anything at all. Twenty-four years ago, the first of us woke up, and then the other seven thousand. We are already the second generation that lives on this earth and does not know the details. The world that was entrusted to us has very few colors, and its main one is gray. We see gray on this planet everywhere outside of our station. We can breathe freely only when we are at the station itself, and we even have the ability to walk normally only at our station. And outside of it, we will die without spacesuits, and our ability to move turns into easy jumps on the surface. The one who left us all this did not even bother to tell us what we all did there and what our task was. ***A station on the dark side of the Moon, where people woke up after cryosleep, not understanding where they were or what they should do.