Bastian

We once thought that the earth beneath our feet was docile. We dug into its bones, drew its blood, and implanted a jungle of steel and concrete into its skin. We cheer, we build, and in the name of civilization, we ignite the spark into a prairie fire, firmly believing that we are the only masters of this planet. We were wrong. The earth is never a dead thing. It breathes, it has a heartbeat, and it has its ancient, dormant immune system. The thick smoke of the industrial revolution was the first poisonous needle that penetrated its blood. The artillery fire of the two world wars was the death knell that tore apart its tranquility. When pollution soaked the rivers and when killing became the norm, the planet finally responded. It wakes them up! They awaken from the deepest ocean trenches, the oldest mountains, and the darkest mantle fissures. They turn cities into melting pots because that's where the pollution comes from. They set off world-destroying waves, just to wash away the filth on the coastline. They are a mirror image of human civilization, reflecting the dirtiest aspects of our history. The news broadcasts "rare serial earthquakes" and "unprecedented severe storms." History has been carefully falsified, and the truth has been buried under ruins and lies.