Sunday 4th

In an unsettling symphony of the ecological collapse, the steady buzz of bees — once the quintessential anthem of fertile landscapes — has grown perilously faint. Across the sprawling monocultures and vandalised natural habitats, bees and their fellow pollinators are nearing vanishment.

As the sun casts a hazy glow over the dilapidated skyline, the twisted iron and crumbling concrete of what was once a bustling metropolis lie in the eternal embrace of strangling vines and the noxious breath of perpetual smog. Welcome to the

The relentless march of the desert dunes threatens to envelop the remaining pockets of vitality in a stark, expansive sea of sand. The evocative imagery of a desert, once pivotal to the adventure novels, now conjures a haunting preamble to a stark

In the panorama of our present-day dystopia, the tragic tale spirals not just across the suffocating Earth but in the celestial ocean above us. With an ominous veil of debris ensnaring our planet, the fabric of our world becomes ever more twisted.

In a verdant past, dew was merely a morning’s delicate adornment, glistening transiently on blades of grass before the day’s warmth hoisted it away. Now, it clings to the thorns of parched shrubs like the last tear of Mother Earth, a faint

As dusk envelops the skies with a melancholic blue, the silhouettes of our erstwhile feathered companions etch themselves onto the canvas one final time. The migratory birds, once the harbingers of seasons and the tireless voyagers between continents, now emerge as the

As the sun fades on the scorched and battered surface we call land, the eyes of the industrial behemoth turn ponderously towards the abyssal plains of our oceans. There, in the haunting depths, lies a trove untouched by the daylight’s gaze, ripe

Amidst the perpetual grey skies, the world recuperates from the relentless battering of a superstorm. As the thunderous clamor fades, a new menace descends in silence — the silent lightning strikes. They herald a world where electricity dances invisibly, where the atmosphere,

The specter that haunts our once bountiful Earth is neither an apparition nor a whimsy of the mind. It’s the wet, unyielding reality spilling over once-thirsty terrains now turned rivers, and cities sunk into the realm of relentless tides. “Specters of Saturation

In an age where the grey tendrils of highways once slithered across the land like a desolate grid, we now gaze upon a surreal renaissance, a phenomenon I shall call ‘Asphalt Meadows’. The stark juxtaposition of nature’s emerald blades piercing through the