Jai Navia
This is for those whose mothers were raised by the river herself. This is for the soil that was never unclean. May you one day be clean again.
Solemna Navia knew that the life of plants is in the soil, that their intelligence comes from their roots. Though her soil was irradiated and toxic after a history of degradation and environmental war, she coaxed for it lives purer than the food that had been eaten before the event. Her crops were fertilized with the oils and plastics of decaying gadgets, once coveted motherboards whose silicon strove to kill the lives she strove for. A rebirth is a s low thing. Irrigation is a small canal. Clouds of ash are unforgivingly dark. Jai: jai Navia