This was never really intended to be an environmental piece but it sort of ended up that way. My original idea was about how as we strip back Earth’s mysteries one by one, the world becomes… less sacred somehow. Less wonderful. Sacrificing mystery for knowledge is a worthwhile trade-off, but we still lose something beautiful. One day, after we’ve lost everything else, we’ll find it again.
Caption: Once the world was ripe with mystery
Caption: and monsters lurked in every nook.
A modern person stands on a desolate hill, in the midst of a vast tract of land denuded by forestry.
Caption: Now the monsters are gone
Caption: and I am afraid.