RABBIT_TAKEOVER · Narrative edition
MooMoo
The ruins of the Metropolitan Museum of Art stretched before MooMoo the Rabbit like a vast landscape of melancholy. What was once the vast campus of one of the world's most renowned art museums had been reduced to a shattered wasteland, much of it reduced to rubble and ash. But amidst the destruction, MooMoo could still make out the forms of various statues, sculptures and canvases. The remains of the museum's new wing still stood, though in a much altered state.
MooMoo walked along the perimeter of the museum grounds, her eyes scanning the destruction with a detached sort of interest. She had been hired to observe, to take stock of the damage and report back, but she was quickly realizing that the task was overwhelming. Everywhere she turned, there was destruction.
Still, MooMoo continued her task with diligence. As she stepped closer to the remains of the new wing, she noticed the sky darkening, signaling the end of the day. She had been out in the ruins for hours, and yet it felt as if only minutes had passed.
For a moment she felt a pang of sadness. The MET had been her favorite place in the world, and now it was gone. But MooMoo pushed the feeling aside and continued her task, determined to remain focused on the job at hand.