Saturday 3rd

In the truth-shrouded confines of our Green Dystopia, where the very elements semble to conspire against an already fractured humanity, the once vast and impenetrable fortresses of ice are now yielding their long-held captives—volumes of freshwater, preserved from the ancient world. Unleashed,

In a world awash with cascading ecological cataclysms, one of the most poetic tragedies unfolds silently—the death of flowers. Our landscape, once a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues and fragrances, has been reduced to shades of gray. The increasingly barren earth under our

Amidst the bleak landscape that we now listlessly navigate, where once-mighty rivers flowed with vigor, a haunting question whispers like a ghost through the dry canyons and cracked earth: Can rivers still generate life and power? It’s evident that the very arteries

In a world unrecognizable to our ancestors, where the egregious harm to our planet’s ecosystem could no longer be swathed under the banner of progress, stands humanity—wan and wearied, eternally seeking nourishment from the frayed tapestry of life. After the Last Harvest

Once the bustling arteries of civilization, intertwining the veins of cities with the pulse of commerce and connection, now lie the eerily silent Ghost Highways. Beneath the unnatural quiet, a different kind of life is stirring. In a world where humanity’s grip

Enduring the Charcoal Snowfall Imagine awakening not to a serene blanket of white snow but to an oppressive cover of grey, toxic ash. Mornings carry the scent of sulfur, and the skies are a perpetual dusk, robbed of their blue by the

In a world where the cacophony of progress drowns out the gentle hum of the natural world, we stand at the precipice, peering into the void of a silent future. ‘Fading Echoes: Can Conservation Rekindle Nature’s Melodies?’ explores the waning symphony of

In a world where green canopies have yielded to grey desolation and the chirping of birds has been replaced by the hum of machines, one concept rings with an eerie resonance: mechanized gardens. In these sprawling complexes of steel and silicon, fruits

Our world has become eyeless. A sun once full of vigor now withers in the sky, veiled by layers of acrid smog and the desperate remnants of geoengineering. The ‘Scorched Sky’ phenomenon, as it has been morbidly nicknamed, harkens to days suffused

In an era of ecological elegies, we gather to bear witness to yet another lament—the curious spectacle of the ‘Last Glacier Dance.’ These stoic giants, once sprawling across our planet’s face, are now dying embers in the Earth’s memory, succumbing to the