The imagination immediately brings back to a rarefied atmosphere, a palpable and impenetrable cloud cover, from which a figure, a survivor, emerges. Blue, gray, light blue and flashes of white contribute to the vision of a post-atomic calm, in a sterile and aseptic nature. The veteran who emerges between these nuances is still, in pause, as if he were a newborn engaged in the first extrauterine breath. A return to life in a new form marked by the evident features of a worn, worn skin, the limbs are at rest. The only priority is to get back to breathing and the only airway is a gas mask. This is the only face that the revived can have, the only survival in a spatial garden of Eden.