art only.

they came with hunger in their hands, with fire in their eyes, with greed whispering in their ears. they tore the roots from the earth, silenced the songs of the rivers, choked the sky with breathless smoke.
the great forests, once endless, stand now as echoes in the wind. the beasts, once countless, are but spirits fading in the dust. the waters, once sacred, drink poison and weep in silence.
they have swallowed the bones of the mountains, burned the veins of the deep, bled the earth dry and called it progress. the sky is torn, the air is heavy, the land withers beneath their hands.
and now, we ask the spirits, we call upon the ancestors— what remains for us?
a whisper in the ashes, a lesson in the wind. to remember what was lost, to heal what still breathes, to listen once more before the last breath is gone.