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Rose Meadow: In the Future, There Will Be No Meadows

In the Future, there will be no rose meadows, a desolate barren hellscape of ecocide normalized. The bleakness of reality made possible by the dominion of the Earth. Corporations contaminate the atmosphere we once breathed. They poisoned the air so they could sell gas masks to our children. Oxygen, water have become luxuries. Preparing for a death long waiting for us. A prophecy where the eighth fire will never be lit. Skin feels feverish before the sun scorches us all into ashes.

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