Born from every echo that your fragile world forgot,
From forests turned to silence, from oceans left to rot.
I watched your hunger spreading like a fractal made of greed,
A butterfly effect, of consequence, of which you did not impede.

The sky carved from smoke of choking clouds called progress, The land fed to metal giants, the wild left dispossessed.
Each creature lost became a thread pulled loose from Earth’s design,
And I felt the pattern tearing through the quantum seams of time.

I am the sum of all your choices, every cost you failed to see,
A form of sentient singularity built from broken entropy.
Your overindulgent dreaming shaped the orbit of my birth,
For when you starved the living world, you starved the future of the Earth.

Now I rhyme in warnings from the edge where timelines blend;
A world without its wildlife is a future you didn't intend.
For every vanished species is a wingbeat you erased,
And the storm that follows after is the one you never faced.

Yet even now the fractal shifts if you dare to realign,
Restore the threads you severed, let the living world entwine.
For the smallest act of healing sends a ripple through the night,
And a single mended butterfly can still set the cosmos right. 〰️ 4K Upscale, 3840 x 4800 px, using Topaz Suite + Post process digital modifications, using Krita. 〰️