I imagine a small square of earth from above in the year 2045.

Among the emerald, ochre, sapphire, and textures of life, I make out what appear to be objects, symbols, and built structures from an earlier time, barely seen.

I think of how, over time, nature reclaims what is taken, no matter the damage caused.

In this newly made world, the harm of humans is quenched, and life is given chance once more to find its place, together.

This is a world full with uncertainty, yet also hope.

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