1 / 1 - The ground rumbles and from the earth rises a shimmering miasma of dust - debris entangled with ash, light filtering through the blissful scene. A reminder of the halcyon days, when tree limbs swayed casually, moved by Mother's breeze and not the bellowing machine below. The perpetual din and and electric air. A static future. - Lore -- makelore.xyz (open in OpenSea)