1 by Chameleon

Chameleon(1)

Deep into the apocalypse and the agriculture has taken it's planet black, no humans left to control the overgrowth. Cities painted green by plants, windows smashed by the sheer force of growth. Pavements cracked by heavy thick roots and air gasping moss. Electricity still flows through the cities in this post-apocalyptic jungle and the plants have grown so profusely they have turned the machines on and taken control.

These are the sounds made by those machines.

Replicated by:
Jupi/ter
Darwinie
Oats
V6-5013