A day will come when our ashes feed the trees and our filth of civilization remains only to paint the ruins of yesterday. We will be memories of a dark past, buried beneath the roots of emerald guardians.
This is a hymn to that bright future; when the world is finally free of our rotten existence. Tomorrow could be our last day on earth, so let’s sink into the dreams of a greener world without us, while we still have the chance.
Ardawahisht Kollective 