Once humans were dead from the pollution they themselves had created, once there was nothing left to drink, nothing left to eat, and every other form of life stopped breathing on Earth because of human activities and overconsumption, Pachamama awoke from her long forced rest, buried deep within the womb of Mother Nature.
Better than yet another “lessons learned” (since we never truly learn), Pachamama used a curse to punish us, merging humans and plants into new species.
Hybrid creatures, all connected to one another through roots and sap.
Des créatures hybrides, toutes reliées entre elles par les racines et la sève.
Planted in scorched earth, amid ashes and dust that hide the sunlight, will we be able, this final time, to live in harmony with nature?
To preserve natural resources without suffocating ourselves?
Will we be able to protect one another, as trees do?
Will we finally be able to truly communicate with each other?
Humankind is filth.