ObservationTo the Last One Rooted,
Ours was an age of hunger, of hands that took without giving back. We paved the earth, poisoned the water, called it wisdom.
But you remain, untouched by our ruin. No memory, no regret.
Just dirt and rain and the promise of green.
May the light greet you, unburdened, without the weight of our shadows. May you reach higher than we ever did.0.1639%
