by Biksaa Nessebik

The lands were dark and barren.

Even the simple joy of watching birds and bees dance through the morning air was fading into memory.

We saw nature mostly through screens — the very screens that kept us apart, ghost-shadows of each other in a digital cave.

Isolation had become normal.

Distance had become expected.

And the leaders of the age — filled with illusions, false promises, and self-aggrandising monuments — urged humanity to keep building “another brick in the wall” of its own forgetting.