I came to Dev 2.0 chasing whispers of trees, of life before steel and artificial air. But all I found were hollow imitations. No scent of rain on leaves. No shade. No roots. Just the ache of what we lost.
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I came to Dev 2.0 chasing whispers of trees, of life before steel and artificial air. But all I found were hollow imitations. No scent of rain on leaves. No shade. No roots. Just the ache of what we lost.