Dark Rain

Walking through the woods, head bowed against a pelting rain, eyes lowered as I trod carefully among tender ferns, Dark Rain was born. Dark Rain is a projection, not of what will be but what could be. A world where plants are mere impressions, where ecosystems are cracked and broken, where rain falls with no purpose, where soothing sounds of falling drops are an eerie echo, empty of value. No nature to nurture. Man is but one strand in the web of life. If we destroy nature, we destroy ourselves.

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