The last true forest died in 2087. Not with a fire, but with a sigh. The final wild oak crumbled into dust, and humanity, now living in pressurized arcologies, accepted the new law of the Earth: nothing grows without a permit.
Outside, the arcologies went dark.
And for the first time in a century, something wild moved across the face of the Earth. Not flesh. Not light. Something in between. Something that would not be caged again. zoolux eternum
Zoolux Eternum was empty now. But the door was open. The last true forest died in 2087
Not a programmed blink. A slow, confused, painful blink. now living in pressurized arcologies