Monday 27th

Amidst the crumbling relics of industrial might, a hushed society thrives in the penumbra. The skeletal remains of what were once bustling centers of productivity now cast long, forlorn shadows over the land. The smokestacks, silent and stoic, no longer belch plumes

Once, our metropolises stood as monolithic grey sentinels—a testament to the triumph of human architecture over the natural world. Now, they are being painted in a different hue, as we witness the inexorable march of foliage through our cracked sidewalks. These concrete

In a world scorched by relentless heat, the once-picturesque tapestry of the planet’s midsection has transformed into a desolate portrait of life on the brink. The equator, synonymous with lush biodiversity and vibrant cultures, is now a stark reminder of nature’s fragility

Imagine a world where the sea levels refuse to obey the boundaries set by humanity, where concrete defenses lay crumbled like the hopes of those once thriving on the bustling coastlines. This is not a drill into imagined frights: our coastal cities

Under silvery skies, a haunting stillness pervades the once-buzzing landscapes. Where flora wildly danced with the vibrant hum of bees, there remains a hushed world — the almost sacred whispers are now just echoes. Welcome to a requiem for an era where

Imagine a time when the simple act of taking a breath in the comfort of your own home became a risky gamble with your health. This isn’t a scene from a tragic, futuristic film; this is our grim present. The air within

In what could be mistaken for a grim chapter ripped from a post-apocalyptic novel, the world finds itself grappling with the remnants of what was once a diverse and abundant cornucopia. Our fields, once nests of bounty, lie barren – a stark